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Continue reading →: Thirty Days of Origami – Day #1 (Origami Box)
It’s the first day of the Thirty Days Project, and I started out easy by creating my 2nd-ever origami box. It was pretty simple to understand the instructions (which I found online here). What I didn’t anticipate, however, was that even though I was technically able to copy the instructions and…
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Continue reading →: Cat Conversations
Mornings in my house look like this: Both of my cats love to be loved, but usually Munky is the bigger cuddler. I’d like to say that Isabel is much more refined in her tastes, but that would only be half of the story. The truth is that Izzy is…
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Continue reading →: An Origami Triangle Box
My new origami paper came in today, and I just couldn’t help myself; I had to try a project as soon as I got home from yoga. Here’s my creation, a triangle box that requires three sheets of paper and very little know-how. This is my first attempt at a…
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Continue reading →: Thirty Days of Complete and Utter Insanity!
I must be crazy, but I’ve decided to undertake NaNoWriMo once again this year. I’m so excited, and also a little apprehensive (obviously). What’s cool is that one of my coworkers knew about the contest, and decided to sign up to do it this year, too. We’ve already made plans…
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Continue reading →: The Conversation…
Me: Hey, how was your day? Him: OK (minutes-long pause as I wait for him to follow up) Me: OK, so did anything interesting happen today? Him: No (another minutes-long pause, after which I decide to take a shower and get in a better mood before following this non-conversation…
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Continue reading →: How to Clean Out Your Blender
I just found out something awesome, and wanted to share it with you guys, too. For the last month or so, every morning I’ve had a PlantFusion chocolate shake for breakfast (I blend mine with flax milk and a banana). It’s amazing, delicious, and really has had a great impact…
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Continue reading →: It’s All Mine
The future looms large. It’s tomorrow. It’s today. It’s a second from now, and from then, and another right after. It’s all mine – every bit of it my own. What else could it be? To whom else could it belong? Who else will be responsible for molding it, filling…
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Continue reading →: The Chocolate Cake
The Man has taken to baking cakes. And muffins. But lately, it’s cakes. I’m naturally dismayed at this. I love to bake, but also avoid baking sweets, since I know I’ll just eat them all. I don’t buy candy or chips, and I don’t bake yummy things. I try to…
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Continue reading →: Effecting Change
I went out last night to an event sponsored by the New Orleans Film Society. It was this big networking bash, billed as something very posh but turning out to be pretty lame. Believing that it was going to be pretty major, though, I spent the day shopping and getting…
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Continue reading →: Something’s Got to Change
I’m so unhappy with myself right now. Yes, I know, that sounds really bratty considering where I’m at compared to a few months ago. My life has improved so very much since May! But still, there’s something not quite right with my life. I want, need, and deserve more. Any…
Hello,
I’m Nova
I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!
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