I love sleep. Truly.

Until about a year ago, mornings were my enemy. I hated waking up, hated leaving my dreamworld behind, hated the cold of getting out of bed. I had some fantasy about what it would be like to be a morning person – basking in the sunrise, communing with nature in the quiet before humanity stirs into cacophonous activity. But I just wasn’t one of “those people.”

I’m not sure what changed. Maybe it was leaving ...

It’s a lovely sunny morning here in Porter Ranch. As I stroll around the block and chat with my mom, keeping up with the Southern contingent of my beloved family, I can’t help but notice how happy the planet looks. Bunny rabbits are hopping about. Plants are growing and blooming. Trees are alive with spring green growth. The murder of crows that lives in those trees is cavorting around like its 1999. I wonder for a moment where they go when it rains. The air feels cleaner, fresher...

Flynn, God love him, woke me up at 6 am today with his not-so-charming-at-this-hour food beg. It consists of a series of weird noises that don’t even remotely resemble a meow. Seriously, I’ve woken up in a panic several times, scrambling mentally to figure out who left an owl or a tribble or a hyena in our hallway. Freaking actors, man. Even our cats are in the biz. In return for this performance, he gets a bath, courtesy of the squirt bottle we keep beside the bed just for these ...

It's funny, here in the final days of this journey, I feel a crazy need to make every blog brilliant...even when I have nothing brilliant to say. I've avoided this pressure since the first week was posted and I could just relax into sharing the events without some expectation of judgment. I mean, when you have 101 days, at least one or two are bound to be winners, right? But now that we're in the home stretch, and there are only three days looming instead of the multitude, the pressure's back...

And so Easter Morning dawns. What an odd Easter this is…no family or friends over…no giant ham or turkey to eat. No baskets of chocolaty goodness. Not even a colored egg. Weird.

I skipped yoga today, I think just because I said yesterday I could start every morning with it. Just to be ornery. That’s how I roll. But I do substitute an extra tapping in its time slot. Yesterday’s walk reminded me of how challenging my allergies get during this time of year. It’s an odd catch-22 to be so thrilled to see spring color arrive, all the while knowing the price to be paid for it. So, I do a tapping on allergies – yep, there’s a tapping for that....

Good morning, rain. Good morning house with the creaky 6th stair. Good morning tea pot that steam burns me every morning. Good morning, kitties, and blanket, and space heater. Good morning, Friday.

I’m up early today to catch up the blog and take my online class I missed yesterday. Only, the class won’t let me back in for some reason, and I have to officially reschedule for Monday morning. Guess I’ll be pulling a double there. But that leaves me extra time ...

I’ve often heard that every day is a choice – a choice of what lens to look through. In this house, we have Flynn days and Sybilla days. Flynn days are slothish, focused around food and sleep, and maybe even a little whiny. Sybilla days are energetic, focused on playing and being loving, and usually involve mischief. Today was definitely a Flynn day.

I’m an introvert. It’s a fact. I often call myself a highly functioning introvert, and in the entertainment industry that’s absolutely necessary. But, if I’m really being honest, I’m probably better suited to be a writer or a painter – someone like Van Gogh who disappears into the landscape for months, soaking up the solitude and storing up the energy and fortitude to face people when the time comes to share their completed art. I think I might even make a ...

Feeding the kits at 6:30, an idea begins to form… a series of videos for my Arbonne biz. I try to lay back down and sleep for a bit, but the ideas just won’t stop. Rather they begin to expand. By 7, I give in and get up.

First I jot down my ideas, including a few additions to my previous web series scripts, then I grab a tizzy and work on this lovely blog. I feel like I just lost 20 pounds! So many ideas rolling forth, inspiration just pouring through me, and I f...