Dear Tomorrow,

I’m not one to wish my life away.  But here’s the thing… it’s been a little crazy around here lately.  Not the good crazy.  The other kind.  I have been packing to move, sorting, organizing, and purging.   I feel lighter.  Better able to breathe without the extra weight.  And ready to take the next step.  All that said, it’s been a challenging few weeks.  Tomorrow, my life will get a little better.   ETA  8:32 A.M.

Dear Tomorrow,

Please hurry.

Love, Ellen.


I’ve always seen the fog as a gift.  There is a beauty in it that is unmatched.  It’s a shroud.  It feels safe and exciting at the same time.  I love that.  On a bigger scale, I want my relationships to be like that.  And on an even bigger scale, life.  I want life to be like that.  Right now, it’s teetering on the edge of both.  Changes, right?  Forcing me to find that balance.