Making a train track with my favorite monster. The furry wild beast keeps wrecking the track!
Ever see Monster's Inc.? The monsters use the screams of children to power their city. Monster's Inc. is the company that employs the professional Scarers--monsters who pop out of closets to scare kids to collect the screams. The monster world experiences an energy shortage because it was getting harder to scare children in the modern,... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay It is odd to think that it been nearly a year since I launched Cece's Voyage. Admittedly, I have fallen off the posting train a few times, but for the most part, I've done pretty well. I have a confession to make. My family does not know about my blog. And by... Continue Reading →
Ladies and gentlemen look at this incredible fight. I just can't turn away. Life lands a powerful combo. Cece staggers but lands an incredible uppercut of her own. But she's winded folks, and Life's jabs just keep on coming. Oh. Oh no. The cut above her eye is bleeding profusely, blinding her. Ow, Life hands... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, someone said, "You used to be so ambitious! That's what I'd always liked about you." I was floored. There are no words to describe how shaken I was by this statement. The statement was in past tense. I used to be ambitious. Used to be? There are three things about me... Continue Reading →
I had this brilliant post to close out my series on forgiveness, but I could not press publish. It's been sitting in my drafts—being worked and reworked—for months. It was about forgiving like a child, and just stating your issues and moving forward, all carefree and happy like a toddler. Not storing the hurt and... Continue Reading →
My one and only goal for the year.
Photo Credit: Free photo 1731016 © Torsten Schon - Dreamstime.com Busy! Everyone is busy. No one has any time. Busy, busy, bees, just buzzing around, flitting from one thing to another. . . Oh. I guess it's just me. Well, allow me to speak for myself. I am busy as hell. I have a family,... Continue Reading →
I'd rather stand tall, than live on my knees 'Cause I am a conqueror, and I won't accept defeat Empire Cast ft. Estelle "Conqueror" Music has always moved me. While writing has always been a source of comfort and self-expression, music has been my source of strength. That is why for as long as I can... Continue Reading →
This week I realized I'm a very dysfunctional relationship. The ups and downs are taking a toll on me. First, everything is great. I am fulfilled, feeling satisfied, and doing what I love. Inevitably, all hell breaks loose. Then I begin to feel alone, adrift, and overwhelmed. But when I start to weigh my options,... Continue Reading →
I've been a little flustered lately. Work is way too demanding and home is a bit stressful. My life feels like a jigsaw puzzle with too many pieces. I can't figure out how to make everything fit. I feel like I'm constantly missing the mark. In June, I literally worked over twelve hours day and... Continue Reading →
"Adulthood is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane."--Unknown A few days ago a friend sent me a tweet that made forgiveness seem less like an act of God and more like an act of kindness. @EboneeDavis posted, "Don't take it personal when people can't show... Continue Reading →
Ah marriage. The company line is your spouse will be strong when you are weak and vice versa. That is how you support each other. What happens when that stops being true? What happens to a marriage when both people are at their weakest point; when both people are depressed, defeated, low-spirited and anxious? Who... Continue Reading →
I've been researching forgiveness lately. Forgiveness is a very odd concept because everyone talks about it, but no one seems to know how to really forgive. Even the books on forgiveness do not fully explain what's supposed to happen next. Will heaven shine a light on you? Will your wounds magically go away? Probably no... Continue Reading →
I will admit that I am very out of practice when it comes to writing. Writing used to be a religion for me. I was the kid who carried a special little notebook around for poems, stories, and ideas. I used that notebook more than I used my books for class. And sleep was never... Continue Reading →