Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.

This is what happens when you move back to Alabama from New York City. The first week you feel like your missing something. Every time your phone goes off you check it immediately, even if it's the 5am email from your Google Calendar telling you that you have "no events scheduled for the day." In the realization that you truly have no obligations in the next 24 hours, you will then roll over and sleep for about 4 more hours. You'll then wake up at 9am and lay in your bed checking Facebook, Twitter, updates from the free New York Times app, reply to the game of Words With Friends, and after an hour of sitting in bed, you finally decide that your iPhone can no longer hold your attention. This is when you mosey out of your room and start your day of absolute nothingness. Now this nothingness isn't a bad thing, it's almost like rehab. It's slowly reminding you that life isn't about deadlines, being on top of every current event, it's not about beat...

Yesterday was a wonky day. I started the morning unsure, spent mid-day flustered, the afternoon sulking, the evening running around like a chicken with my head cut off, however at 10 pm I was at complete and total peace. My subway ride home at mid-night I was even smiling and bobbing my head along to my music. Why was my day as spastic as an only-seeing-red bull? Simple. Yesterday's To-Do list was outrageous, way over-booked, and not prioritized. Why was I at such peace at 10 pm? Simple. I had finished the To-Do list. Now, to save myself too much guilt, it wasn't entirely my fault. I had planned my day out (mentally) by the hours and at mid-day suddenly two of those hours were removed. I'm not used to people being so last minute. I come from the world of theatre and the motto there is: ten minutes early and you're on time, on time and you're late, late is just unacceptable. I guess the people I'm working for up here have not tried applying to that motto to their...

I woke up this morning three hours before my alarm clock was supposed to go off. I did the typical: check the time, scowl, roll over, and tried to go back to sleep. Repeated this little ditty two more times and finally realized it didn't matter. My brain wouldn't let me sleep any longer despite the fact I fell asleep around 2:30 in the morning. You know what I was thinking about? What was wreaking havoc on my sleep? Cow pastures. Plain and simple. Rolling hills in Alabama filled with beautiful brown cows noshing on freshly dew'd grass. There was this beautiful pasture that I drove by everyday to high school. Jones Farm. Whenever the sun would rise over those hills, they would honestly sing. I'm talking like the choir of Who's singing around the Christmas tree sounds just radiating from the vales. I'm honestly surprised that I never got in a car wreck on my way to school because I would just stare at that magnificent scene as I drove by. Hopefully that farm will...

Shall I compare thee to a cup of water? At the start of the day you have a full glass. You get ready for your day, whether you are an early or late riser, a beauty queen or an "el natrural", a showered last night or showers in the morning, makes eggs and bacon or has a poptart on the go. This little ritual can ultimately alter your whole day. Depending on how your morning goes, you use a sip of water before you even get out the door, a couple sips if your didn't sleep well, and a gulp if you're helping a little one or two. Now everyday doesn't have the same set of glasses. Say on Fridays you get to work from home. That means you never have to give up that sip of H2O to look presentable for the boss. Heck some people, like my older sister, use about a drop of water on the whole getting ready process, which is pretty smart in the scheme of things. I'm not going to sit here and remind you (or myself) of a begrudging morning tasks and the fun that comes along. The...