Who is a Worry-Wart like me!? Raise ya hand high ! Literally I can worry about EVERYTHING, and it’s usually the kind of worry that spirals into a whole entire horror movie running through my head. I never knew how to control it, or that it was affecting me so much. I just thought that’s … Continue reading
Author Archives: April Bonomo
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place. Such a lonely place. Yeah I know those aren’t the words. But they are mine. So let’s preface this by stating I’ve had the song ‘Hotel California‘ in my head since I got to Hawaii. Don’t ask… I have no idea. So my plane landed on January 31st around 2:30pm, but … Continue reading
The Master Cleanse Master Minded
As I sit here munching on my veggies drinking water …. I’m having a hard time coming up with words. I blame that mostly on the lack of wine. But also the fact that I have so much to say it’s all jumbled in my head. And also because I haven’t blogged in forevs’ so … Continue reading
A Love Letter
A Love Letter, … really ?? And no, it’s not to myself. “I love the way you look at me. I love that you can’t help but smile when I look back at you. I love that you laugh and say ‘what?’. I love the way you SEE me. I love that things are so … Continue reading
I am Present to…
Not Knowing. We’re in such a hurry to get somewhere. To work, to an appointment, to our next step in life. Promotion, marriage, house, babies, maybe not necessarily all in that order. But – the next best thing, we want it and we want it now. It gets exhausting. Un-enjoyable. How are we even appreciating … Continue reading
What is?
Apparently everyone says that here. “What is?” Like… ‘what’s up?’ , ‘how are ya?’ Finally in Hawaii after what seemed like a month long of partying, saying goodbyes, planning, organizing, stressing… and I would do it all over again. What a great month with family and friends… surrounded by love. And dealing out some things … Continue reading
Thank You — to an Ex
So … I made a commitment after Level One (we’ll talk more about that later), to write/blog more, mostly inspired by Gary. But sitting at my parents house the other night, well into a glass of wine (or possibly a box), and a bag of pretzels — Gillian FB’ed me and asked me to write … Continue reading
