The Apples in My Orchard
A Blog By Carol Labuzzetta Since 2017
Category: personality
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It’s before 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, the sun is shining and there is not a cloud to be seen as I look out the window beyond my desk. Today, I awoke at 5 a.m.. It’s unusual for me. I am more of a night owl – most of my productive time is later…
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Gardening, woodworking, jewelry making, painting, 3-D printing, writing, and music making – these are just a few of the hobbies that my immediate family pursues. Lately, I have spent some time pondering personality traits. For instance, I think that we condition ourselves and our children for anxiety. Sometimes we, as parents, set up unnecessary and…
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Insomnia. That’s what. It’s 12:42 a.m. on a Monday morning. I do not think I have been asleep yet. Maybe, I did get in one REM cycle but now I am wide awake. I am not sure why, except that I am prone to these bouts with insomnia. And, before you ask, no – I…
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What sparkles for you? Is it Sapphires, Rubies, or Opals, too? Diamonds, Emeralds, & Tanzanite all bringing out reflected rays of light. Or do you prefer the more natural scenes of crystal clear lakes, a jagged snow-capped mountain range, or a prairie meadow dancing with butterflies caught on a breeze? Some shiny baubles are…
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Today, I came home from work slightly tense. It is all okay. I have a new job and am adjusting to the responsibilities of it. In these early days, sometimes, I feel as though I need to prove myself. My gut tells me that this is a normal reaction to a new job. But, I…
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Last night, New Year’s Eve, was a quiet one at our house. Our grad student had returned to his campus life on the 26th of December and both of our other boys had plans with friends. We were able to have a nice dinner with one of our sons and his friend before they took…
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I have been on a quest to be healthier. It has been a quest for a while now and I’ve made nice progress in some areas, while not a lot of progress in others. I am happier, more content, and more comfortable in my own skin. I’ve realized what brings me joy. But, I am…
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When I was in third grade, my mom had a friend who was a graduate student at SUNY Geneseo. I do not know whether she was in graduate school for teaching (it was a state teacher’s college at the time) or psychology. In any case, I was a guinea pig for a battery of “intelligence”…
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Intensity, hard to live with even harder for others to understand. Thoughts consume as they are ruminated and then spit out like cud only to be left on the floor without being digested. Never the same. Never understood. Useful? No, not really. Unrelatable? Yes, for most. Untenable? So, I am told. When a passion overrides rational…
The Apples in My Orchard 