Meanwhile, please enjoy the following…

I don’t do this often, but today’s blog post features three links to other bloggers stories.  Is that being lazy?  Maybe.  Isn’t this my blog?  Yes it is, and yes I should probably post something original that I’ve written myself, but here’s the thing.  I came across three, well written articles this morning that totally spoke to my soul.

So I’m going to post them here.

And, I’m not a hater.  I recognize good writing when I see it, and I can totally give credit where credit is due.

So please enjoy the following links, and I’ll be back soon with some original writing of my own.

I’m going to spend the day working on that second book I keep promising you.  I’m seventeen chapters in and going strong.  The goal is summer 2016, hold my feet to the fire y’all.  🙂

I think this first link is the perfect companion piece to my own blog posting What Keeps You Up At Night.  The title:  Relax: You Are Going To Fall In Love Again, written by Heidi Priebe.  I would say I randomly stumbled across this one, but I believe everything happens for a reason…

I loved this piece too, titled So What If I Don’t ‘Need’ You? I Want You, by Ari Eastman.  It totally speaks to relationships today, where women are self sufficient and independent.  It’s beautifully written and just as good a read for men as it is for women.

And this one is for the ladies (but guys you can give it a peek too if you want, no discrimination here!).  It’s called Don’t Spend The Winter Wishing For Love, written by Kim Quindlen.  I hate fall and winter, and cold weather.  Frankly, seeing things turn brown and die off, watching the skies go gray, and being surrounded by so much more darkness because of the shorter days depresses the hell out of me.  And I’m not going to lie, there are times when I think it would be nice to have someone to put my cold feet on and watch old movies with, but I don’t obsess over it.  I continue to live my life and try to be the best me I can be, just as this article suggests you should.

Till the next time,

Angela