From The Princess of Procrastination, Change Is In The Air

Resting ButterflyHave y’all ever wondered why my Etsy store never opened?

I would wonder that if I were you.

Have you ever wondered why I NEVER CHANGE my blog header or format or theme?

Or why my book is stuck at 35,000 words and is actually hiding UNDER MY BED so that I don’t have to see it and get stressed out?

I know the answer.

I’m the Princess of Procrastination.

I’m on the cusp of doing some thing.

I’m sitting RIGHT ON THE EDGE of things.

But nothing gets accomplished, mainly ‘cos I quit too soon and leave to do some retail therapy.

*sigh*

But.

There’s a quiet change just down the road.

I mean right around the corner.

If I squint real hard, off in the distance, I can visualize the birth of some transformations.

My little caterpillar-like life is going to morph into a butterfly. Of sorts.

Or maybe not.

No drama, no pressure.

But I can FEEL it.

SHIT MIGHT BE STARTING TO GET REAL.

Keep reading, continue to follow me, and hitch along for the ride.

Trust me. 

It MIGHT happen, who knows?

You’ve been warned.  


And I know he wasn’t singing about my particular circumstance, but it’s a classic anyway…

A Change Is Gonna Come, Sam Cooke, 1963

 

He Could Have Been a Serial Killer

Was I crazy to invite a man from the virtual world of blogging into our home?

Not a meet-up in a coffee shop; not at a public location where it’s safe, where we could arrive and depart without fear of being followed.

I didn’t even blink when I shared our address with this “friend”.

His online photo could have been fake; his writing just a ploy to lure a naive female to let down her guard and welcome him with open arms.

But there had to be trust on his end too, right?

He didn’t know what he was walking into — literally. He may have never been heard from again.

As it is, I think he could possibly be forever traumatized by the sheer number of seashells strewn on every shelf, adhering to most walls…

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He could have been a serial killer — to parrot my mom, who always cautioned me not to be too trusting, not to get into cars with strangers — you know, mom-speak.

My mom died long before the world of the internet connected those of us who might never have had their paths cross.

Although we didn’t know him at the time, this young man attended the same university as my son, and yes, we were probably only rows away from each others’ families on graduation day, but the internet facilitates these exact types of serendipitous human bridges.

So, on one of the hottest days of the year, the Jester himself, writer extroidanaire at The Matticus Kingdom (you really should follow his blog!) stopped by Casa de Enchanted Seashells to spend the afternoon with me and my tugboat man where I obnoxiously tried to stuff him full of food (Jewish mom syndrome).

Oh, and he’s a published author as well, with Fauxpocalypse: a collection of short fiction about the end of the world that wasn’t–available on Amazon.

There was lively conversation on all fronts and I can’t wait ’til he’s back in the area with his lovely wife and the Little Prince.

Nope, not a serial killer, but an awesome guy!

You were wrong this time, Mom!


Have you ever invited a stranger into your home? Was it a good or bad experience?

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