When I’ve closed my eyes, I saw and felt parts of my life. Times where I’ve cried having told an honest lie. Smiling at my reflection— believing in my own deception. And being so demanding for the world to notice me.
Now, when I close my eyes, the fragments are nowhere in sight. I still cry— reasons may vary as to why. My smile’s genuine. I can share my inner reflection. No longer demanding, I’ve grown to be understanding. The world to me is what I choose to notice even if it were a dream.
Yup…it’s about that time for me to make some updates and changes to the site (Oh Johnny Boy). There’s more to this post than that though—trust me! *Big grin
I wanted to do an audio entry for this but I found it easier to just write it out.
The interactions on Jar of Poetry (JOP) mean a lot to me. Really, it does! So, I’ve been trying to think of a cool gift to give you—digitally of course. I spent a good portion, this morning, reading up on how I can make this happen. And, yours truly, found a way!
Even though I can’t technically gift it to you—legalities, I can offer this: Promotional Codes to the audiobooks I’ve narrated and produced, exclusive to the US and UK…sorry my friends in other countries 😦
And here they are:
There is another one, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy by Elizabeth Yang, but I don’t have codes for that.
If any of these interest you, especially you Audible users and those curious about audiobooks, send me an email: email@example.com
In the email, just let me know which book and whether you’re in the US or UK.
Again, I apologize to my friends and readers outside the US and UK.
This should be the part where I try to con you and say something like, “Don’t forget to leave a review!”
Don’t do it for me though. It’ll definitely the help the authors…I treat my work like the posts on JOP—if I have something to share, then I will.
Now that we have that out of the way, I’m excited to let you know that I’ll be adding a new section to the menu bar. I’m still trying to figure out what to call it though 😀
Why am I making this a big deal?
There’s a tinsy-little secret I’ve been keeping from you that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing yet. But I think the timing is right…only if you’re ready to take our reader/writer/friendship to the next level.
The first post of this new section will be on Sunday, EST, alongside the poetry. Here’s to patience, yeah?!
And with that, I wish you the very best my friends.
Do you worry about the seconds, minutes, and hours? I never knew that a clock had such time-consuming powers.
This is how I tell time
The length of cigarettes to give me a chance to calm my stress. Drinks with friends, enjoying each other’s company before it ends. Cussing and swearing to my heart’s content. I can let loose those fucking words, but just for a moment. Laughing and smiling when things go wrong because I know I won’t have a chance again when it’s all said and done. Getting lost in a daydream, witnessing what I can achieve. Procrastinating on things that need done when a nap sounds like more fun. How much it takes to recover from laughing so hard, knowing damn well that it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! And how long it takes for tears to dry after a very painful goodbye.
Can you see why I don’t let little hands tell me the time. It’s said, “Time waits for no one.”
I beg to differ. “Lifewaits for no one.” Still not convinced? Take some time…