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Continue reading →: Day #29: Feeling Like a Failure
I’m not in a good headspace right now. I missed yoga on Wednesday, and straight up skipped class yesterday, then didn’t wake up in time for class this morning. I cannot miss this afternoon’s class for anything! And now I’m going to have to do two classes a day on…
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Continue reading →: Day #26 Wrap Up
Argh. I just waxed poetic about my day for a couple of paragraphs, then accidentally erased it all. I’m too tired to write any more, so here are the basics: 1) Did yoga (Day #4 of the Challenge!), rode my bike, walked, and ran 2 miles today. Awesome. 2) The…
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Continue reading →: Day #26: 6 Years Later…
Today is the six-year anniversary of my first date with The Man. We had already known each other for nine months, and were both classmates and teammates who worked closely every day in our historic preservation graduate program at Tulane University. We were friends, and had been attracted to each…
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Continue reading →: Day #25: Bikram & Numb3rs
Happy Labor Day! Hope you all spent the day grilling out, chilling in the pool, or sale shopping and getting tons of great deals. I did none of these things. After another mostly restless night, I finally fell asleep for real once The Man left for work at 6am, then…
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Continue reading →: Day #24: “I Ate a Bacon Cheeseburger For Dinner” and Other Great Hits
It was the 2nd day of my studio’s 30-day Bikram Challenge, and I both made it to class and didn’t completely bomb the session. Other than that, I really screwed the pooch today. I woke up bleary-eyed and fuzzy-headed, fresh off of the sleeping pills I took at 4am to…
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Continue reading →: Day #?: Bikram 30 Day Challenge, Isaac, Etc…
Not sure what day of my weight loss journey this is, and disinclined to take the time to look over my old posts for a clue. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. I slept over at my in-laws’ last night, and it was marvelous. The Man stayed behind in New Orleans…
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Continue reading →: Hurricane Isaac
I just spent the last hour writing a harsh retrospective on my experiences over the last week in dealing with Hurricane Isaac. After reading over it, I realized it would invite too many comments, and I neither have the patience nor the will to deal with that kind of drama.…
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Continue reading →: Day #18: Monday, Monday, Monday
Here we are, seven years down the road, and the media is still milking Hurricane Katrina for all it’s worth. There is nothing worse than getting about a million and one phone calls from concerned friends and family members who demand that you leave your house and run for the…
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Continue reading →: Day #17: Inching Along
Oy vey. There’s another hurricane brewing, and people are freaking out. The stores were crazy today, with people rushing to buy up the last of the water, ice, and toilet paper. I’m just exhausted from my day, and not really into writing this blog post, so I’m going to keep…
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Continue reading →: Day #16: Waiting for Ella
Two nights ago I had a dream that I found a kitten. She was a tiny, scrawny stray, and I named her Ella. Ever since then, I’ve had this feeling that I was going to find a kitten somewhere around the neighborhood. I’ve been driving much more carefully than usual,…
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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