30 Days of Truth, Day 13

Day 13 — A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)

Dear Taylor Swift,

I hate country music. Bone deep, hate it. I work with someone who likes it and I’ve recently been subjected to him singing it, out loud. I’m positive my ears are bleeding while he laughs and makes the most atrocious music, worse.


Once upon a super dark time, I had another coworker/friend that loved you. My home life was in shambles, I was pregnant with the Dumpling, waiting tables at night and farming all day. It wasn’t the easiest times, to say the least.

Never in a million years did I think I’d look back and remember a few of your songs, fondly.

I’d walk in a half hour early to work, to hear him screeching and you screaming alongside him. It put a smile on my face, something I wasn’t able to do myself.

He’d turn it up until we got in trouble for you shaking the walls with the latest heartbreak we all could relate to. I hated him for my being able to silently sing along… but when the shit hit the fan and I was left holding the broken pieces of the bright future I thought I was building…

There you were.

With those same sad songs that tortured me into laughing during some of the scariest, darkest hours of my life.

Thank you… for the late nights I cried over and the early mornings you sang us both awake and laughing. I never thought I’d say it… but I adore you and appreciate the many times you reminded me to sing instead of cry..

xoxo J




I have a nasty case of writer’s block because I’m so damn sad. Shit is breaking and falling apart around me and I’m essentially holding a paper umbrella to combat hurricane force winds.

I woke up to a dying furnace night before last. The dog kept whining and I was trying my best to sleep when I opened my eyes and smelled burning wax. I sat up and tried to make sense of what I was smelling, when the screeching noise started coming from the failing appliance. The ducting coming out of the furnace were HOT and the blower was clearly failing. I looked out the window to see the most recent spring blizzard was in high gear, and sunk to the floor for a good cry.

I’m so tired. I’m heartbroken and still drowning in desire for a man who doesn’t feel the same. I’m sick of doing all this shit alone, tired of being lonely and GODDAMN sexually frustrated to the point of fury. Once upon a time, this man I adore was a slice of easy. A marvelous distraction from the chaos and struggle. Now his disinterest paints shades of grey over even the sun-shiniest moments and I wish I’d never gone there, because now I’m stuck there all by myself.

I wiped the pointless tears away and set out to start a fire in the fireplace. The last fire I started resulted in a chimney fire and having to call 911, so I’m terrified to say the least. There are 4 feet of snow outside and accumulating by the second. I have no idea where the hatchet is, so kindling is out. The gorgeous tamarack firewood from my mama does not disappoint, and between some dryer lint and a few shards of wood I managed to pry off a few logs, the house stayed warm through the night.

I remind myself, when I’m feeling so low… that many fears are borne of fatigue and loneliness and will feel better with a little sleep and some time with my best friend.

So I did the adult thing and called a repairman instead of investigating how to fix it myself. I am addicted to DIY projects and there’s nothing I won’t try… but the blower is in the center of the furnace and after seeing the youtube video, I decided I’d rather pay to not do that. After 48 hours dealing with wood heat… I am SO excited to hang my hatchet back up and crank the furnace to 80*. I’m taking a personal day to pay bills, catch up on my life at home and bask in the peaceful presence of Miss Fancy.

All while a beautiful man fixes my furnace and sets one bit of my disaster, straight.

Sometimes when it seems that things only keep getting worse, I have to check in with myself and remember the ways I’ve learned how to comfort myself while I dig that smile back out from wherever it’s buried.

I always start with the Desiderata, the bible of my childhood and the gospel that hangs in my house today.

Desiderata – by Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

It gets me through days like today and weeks like this one. I hope it helps you too. ♥