If You Feel Like a Mess on a Rock in Space… Same

This isn’t advice. It’s just me being honest, in case you need it too.

The last thing the internet needs is another expert. 

So, I solemnly swear to never tell you what you should be doing. Nothing grinds my gears more than others trying to tell me “exactly” what I should be doing in order to achieve x,y, and z. 

Because here’s the thing–the older I get the more I realize I don’t know shit. The moment it feels figured out, something changes and I’m back at square one. And honestly? Love that for us, it keeps us honest. (Except for the ones selling you that magic elixir.)

What I do know is how much I appreciated people being authentic and real with me about their truths. I learned the most from others sharing their own personal experiences. It helped process my own and I’d like to return the favor. Sharing what I’ve learned in hopes it helps you feel less crazy, less alone or less stressed about where you’re at.

Because if you feel like a mess on a rock floating through space, girl same. What even is my purpose here?


Hi friends, I’m trying hand over at Substack for a little while.

(I couldn’t keep sharing posts about silence and rejection from pitching, haha. And for some reason, opening WordPress feels like a drag. Not sure if it’s because at one time I had this popping and now it’s crickets or what but I’m trying to unblock the mental block.)

SO, if you wanna read the rest of the post above and learn more about the book that made me reconsider therapy, head on over to my Substack 🙂

ps: thanks for reading ❤

Rejection, Finally!

Last week’s free time was consumed with building a website for my sister’s small business she debuted at the Hagerstown Farmer’s Market. I was lucky enough to make the trip up and be there for her first one. She got an overwhelming response of positive feedback and confirmation to look legit.

Kell’s Kitchen got launched after researching which options would work best for her (shoutout to WP for $4 a month payment options) and then we designed business cards and set up an Instagram account. Then, I got whammed with a whack sinus infection that took me out for the last five days.

My ears popped and fizzed like pop rocks for three days. Pollen is one helluva weed.

Anyways! I got my first rejection in awhile. The ones from January are most likely rejecting me in silence but this women was pretty quick. She was the latest I wrote to, her email read:

Dear Shannon,

Thank you for your query. I appreciate the opportunity to consider DON’T FORGET TO TIP YOUR WAITRESS for possible representation, but I’m not the right agent for it. Of course this is only one response, and tastes vary widely among agents. I wish you the best of luck finding the right home for your work.

Sincerely,

Katie Grimm

Short and sweet. On to the next fam. This morning I submitted to a person with the last name Lyra and made a joke about it being a circus apparatus and her branding would be too easy if they needed a career change. May not have been the best idea but maybe she’ll have a chuckle. You never know what’ll draw people in, haha.

Hope you have a fabulous week, friends!

Byeeeeee.

Thought I Forgot?

The air conditioner broke the first hot weekend we’ve had this year. Sitting in a warm house has frazzled my brain. And if the property management call center tells me one more time “I understand it can be quite uncomfortable,” I might end up on the 5 o’clock news.

All that to say, I haven’t been able to muster the brain power or fucks to submit anything in the past week. But, no rejections either! So, still plenty of irons in the fire?

To be honest I can feel the momentum slipping and it’s only almost April. To be expected, right? If it were easy everyone would do it. Not going to beat myself up if I miss a week here or there. It’s about being consistent…at least I think…or hope.

In other news, I couldn’t wait any longer to do a little gardening. You’re supposed to wait another two weeks to be sure you’re out of the potential for frost, but every place we ran errands to this weekend had their plant section bussin.’ So, if it does frost, hopefully it won’t kill anything the first time (or two).

What’s your favorite thing to plant in the Spring? I need something that creeps.

k. byeee

Monday Mood

Ooh, friends. I wasted most of the morning writing a separate blog about grief but I just can’t publish it. It’s too much for a Monday morning. And, I don’t feel like I’m in the right headspace to give it the justice the piece deserves to make a meaningful impact.

The hope was to share and provide action. Example: I am deeply sad. Grief hits me almost every single day in the gut. I can cry at 11:30 p.m. or at 7 a.m. in the morning. What am I doing to fight through it? Combat it with gratitude.

Except it’s not true. I’d like to, but I don’t have the energy to do so. Instead I’m just flailing. My head is just above the surface but waves keep crashing over me and it doesn’t matter how hard I kick to stay afloat. And I hate it. I hate how sad I feel. I hate that this new reality is my reality. And I hate that I have no other choice but to deal with it.

I have moments of peace. They are fleeting. What I am trying to do is stick to routine. Keep going to the aerial gym to train on the same days. Showing up for my people on Saturday mornings. Taking an after lunch walk to reset. Submitting my manuscript once a week.

The lunch walk gets skipped depending on weather, never my mood.

And I did manage to submit to another agent last week. I shot my shot with the person who published the Spellshop. The writing and pacing of that book felt like a warm hug. A touch my manuscript could definitely use.

That’s all for now, folks. Thanks for reading. I hope something good happens to you this week.

k byeeeeee.

St. Patty’s Origin & Top 5 Books from 2024

Still no rejection letters since my Meg Thompson submission. And, I submitted to two people last week to make up for missing my goal the prior week. But, no clue who I’m pitching to this week. It’s on my to-do list for tomorrow and I’m going to try and track down another agent who worked on a book I reeeeeally enjoyed.

Last year my top five books were:

  1. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver
  2. Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin
  3. the Spellshop by Sarah Beth Durst
  4. Weyward by Emelia Hart
  5. Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

None of these are technically in my category but you never know. The agent for The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (Fav book of 2023) led me to someone in their agency who would be a perfect match.

Just have to “dig a little deeper, Ross.” (Who knows that reference, haha).

It would feel ridiculous to post this without acknowledging it’s St. Patrick’s Day. Did you know this holiday got its boozey reputation when us Americans started to celebrate the holiday? It’s a religious holiday Ireland has observed for the last 1,000 years. Here’s a little origins article I found by the History Channel.

I won’t be drinking. But I will get dressed up in green and enjoy some bangers & mash for dinner.

Have a great week, friends. I hope something good happens to you this week.

Byeee.

An Oops & a New Recipe Try

No “thanks but no thanks and good luck” emails have been sent to my inbox this past week. So, there’s still a chance one of them is still considering to work with me.

Time slipped past me last week and I didn’t get a chance to submit. It wasn’t until my drive home from aerial class Wednesday night that it dawned on me. Thursdays are my shit day so I shot for Friday to figure it out. Then Friday turned into a cluster-fack and here we are on Monday.

I’d like to say I’ll submit to two agents this week but I fear with this time change, one will be a victory. Despite going to bed early, I still woke up 20 minutes before needing to log into work. Starting my day in a rush/behind is not how I like to begin the week. It feels like I’ll trip into each task that needs to be complete. Hate, hate, hate.

In order to get back on track I wrote out a to-do list for the week. Maybe checking stuff off it will help get me back on track. First thing first? Write blog and then search for this week’s literary agent. After? Brush teeth and wash face.

Something fun I accomplished this weekend was finally testing out a new recipe that’s been sitting in my “to-be-cooked” binder. It’s a baby blue binder I’ve had since maybe high school and it’s filled with torn magazine pages of recipes I want to try. This weekend, I tackled the Furikake-Ranch Snack Mix. It was freaking delicious.

The recipe is down below. My pointer? really make sure you mix it well. I thought giving it a few toss tosses would be sufficient but you really want to make sure the syrup is well distributed so most pieces of the snack mix get covered. Otherwise, it’s easy-peasy. If you try it, let me know if you dig it.

(I can’t tell you wrote the recipe because a name is not mentioned or which magazine it came from for sure, but I’m pretty sure it was featured in last summer’s Bon Appetit)

“Furikake Chex Mix, a popular fixture in Hawaii, meets another American favorite: each seasoning. Like all good snack mixes, this one is open to swaps and modifications. Can’t find Bugles? Try Oyster crackers! Prefer it spicy? Add a hot sauce to the syrup. This recipe feeds a crowd but can be halved easily. “

Mix can be made 2 weeks ahead. Store in airtight container and at room temperature.

  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
  • 1/3 cup light corn syrup
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1/4 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 Tbsp. soy sauce
  • 1 1-oz packet ranch seasoning
  • 10 cups rice and/or corn cereal (Chex, Crispix)
  • 3 cups Bugles (or oyster crackers)
  • 2 cups mini windowpane pretzels
  • 2 cups Goldfish crackers
  • 1 cup salted & roasted peanuts
  • 1 1.7-oz bottle nori Komi furikake
  1. Place racks in upper and lower thirds of oven, preheat to 250.
  2. Heat butter, corn syrup, sugar, oil, soy sauce, and ranch seasoning in small saucepan, stirring until sugar is dissolved. Remove from heat.
  3. Mix cereal, Bugles, pretzels, crackers, and peanuts in large bowl, working from bottom to top.
  4. Wearing gloves, carefully, pour butter mixture into bowl, mixing from bottom to top to incorporate. Sprinkle half Furikake over and toss evenly. Sprinkle remaining Furikake and toss again to coat.
  5. Divide mixture onto two baking sheets and bake. Tossing mixture every 15-20 minutes and rotating pans back to front and top to bottom halfway through, until dry (about an hour). A humid day may require an extra 15 – 30 minutes. Let snack cool before serving.

Next time I’m adding hot sauce.

Have a great week, friends. I hope something good happens to you. ❤

Path to Publication or Acceptance & Depression

TikTok is either trying to troll or humble me. The algorithm keeps feeding me videos of young ladies in their early twenties doing GRWM clips for class. They all start with an immaculate skincare routine before doing a full face of makeup then hair and cute outfit. Every lady looks so put together and fab. In my heart, I am one of these ladies.

I pretend to be put together before reality crashes in and reminds me I was showing up to class in men’s basketball shorts and a tank top or oversized hoodies and sweatpants that needed the waistband to be rolled two or three times so I wouldn’t trip. 

While I have evolved from men’s basketball shorts and sweatpants, it would take a miracle to get me to their level, haha. And that’s okayyy, lol. I know I can’t be the only one. 

Speaking of accepting reality. Remember when I said, brb, gonna chase my dreams? Well, it took longer than expected (that pandemic whooped my ass) but the manuscript is “finished.” I’ve been pitching it to literary agents since the beginning of January. My goal is one a week. All but two have sent me rejection emails so far.

The thanks but no thanks emails haven’t dampened my mood. It feels exciting to have made it to this part of the process after dragging my feet and self-sabotaging the editing stage for so long. All the nos just make me feel “official.” Hahaha.

This will probably wear off as time passes and the not for me but good luck notes stack up. Last week I pitched to Meg Thompson. She edited Men Have Called Her Crazy. Every hot-button-item topic was well fleshed out. There was personality emphasized in the writing. I don’t know, it’s hard to describe. My gut simply shouted out, her! She would be excellent for Don’t Forget to Tip Your Waitress.

I took an extra week to complete her submission form. A rejection from her will probably sting. But who knows, right?

One of her asks was for a website. So here I am, resurrecting RamblinRandol with a new and clearer purpose. Documenting (because I don’t wanna spill the beans on Instagram… yet) this (what I expect to be winding) path to publication or depression that leads to acceptance because maybe this idea I’ve had for the past ten years just isn’t in the cards.

Hoping to update you every Monday. We’ll see. I hate rules. Even ones proposed by me.

Byeeeee

Blank Stare & Nod

My brain has been fried hard and served up on a stale piece of toast. The last five months have a re-reoccurring theme; lack of control and this constant wake up call has flared up my anxiety about an upcoming girl’s trip to Seattle. Is the universe teaching me to let go of control so that when my plane goes down at the end of March, I’ll be at peace? Anxiety is a bitch.

If I had to sum up the last four-ish/five months it would be placed in a folder labeled, Are You Fucking Kidding Me! The short of it is multiple car accidents, one less car, Hubs out of work for 7-weeks due to injury from said accident which equals limited dough, to family turmoil, some more family turmoil, and if I continue it would no longer be “the short of it.”

Point being, I’m going through some shit and it’s been hard to stay positive, which is super relatable because we’ve all been there, feeling like someone took out our brains and scrambled them up while we watched with no idea how to take the spatula away.

And because I have anxiety and panic attacks, what do I do? Think, think, and think some more, because that’s what I can control and what feels ‘routine’ for my brain to do. And of course, it’s not the healthy thinking it’s the let’s think about the worst possible scenario and keep thinking about the worst that can happen until I can feel it tightening my chest and wah-lah, panic!

The upside? I’m still here, practicing gratitude and trying my best. This is what matters. I am trying my best.

How do I combat my anxiety and panic? What has worked for me is taking deep breaths and focusing on each inhale and exhale, when I was younger I used to count them but now the simple in and out of breath calms me.

Why don’t I get a prescription? Addiction runs in my family, both with alcohol and pills, so I don’t want to tempt the beast.

What has also helped me in more recent times is focusing on my own health both physically and mentally, and that I don’t need to learn how to conquer my anxiety, just know how to live with it and how to give myself grace when I can’t keep a handle on it because sometimes…

The only thing I can muster is a blank stare and a nod, and that’s okay.

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What Are Ten Wonderful Things About You? Gratitude Wants To Know.

Happy Monday fraands, hope everyone’s weekend was good, decent, and uneventful in the best way. This moring’s blog is going to be quick because I forgot to write it last night and I’ve got twenty minutes before I really need to get ready for work. This might be my best blog yet because I won’t (can’t) allow myself to overthink each sentence and thought.

It isn’t always easy to remember our strengths or the good things about ourselves. Personally, I find it a helluva lot easier to call out my negatives than praise myself when this question is asked: What do you love about yourself?

When asked my hands usually go dry, heart palpitations increase and my brain literally freezes. The world goes in slow motion and I begin to stutter. My mind repeating one phrase, “what do I like about myself? What do I like about myself? What do I like about myself?”

Nothing ever comes to mind.

But this morning my gratitude journal asked me to name 10 wonderful things about myself and something about using the word wonderful helped me consider what I do think is wonderful about myself.

The word love is confusing for me so it throws off my way of understanding the question. So for the first time ever, I tried to consider 10 whole things I thought was wonderful about myself.

We each have personality traits that are really awesome, so I challenge you to answer the same question. I’ll share mine but I double-dog dare you to share your own answers in the comments.

Let’s do this together!

Ten wonderful things about me:

  1. My laugh is loudly sincere and wholeheartedly expressive of the joy I’m feeling in the moment.
  2. I’m a seeker of knowledge. I want to truly understand the why, meaning and perspective of any and all given situations, a.k.a staying curious.
  3. My want to be the change I wish to see in the world, nothing excites me more than giving back and helping make this world a better place.
  4. I love to cook and trying new recipes. A gift passed down to me from my Pops.
  5. Despite being armored up on the outside, any kind of unnecessary suffering truly bothers me.
  6. I am brave.
  7. I’m creative.
  8. Book smart and street smart.
  9. Incredibly strong, especially in the face of adversity.
  10. Fearlessly authentic.

This did me more good than I thought it would. It felt ridiculous and absurd when I spent (what I felt) too much time contemplating my wonderful parts, and then physically having to write them down.

There’s something solidifying to writing them down. I actually believe what I wrote, so I encourage you to write yours down and share them with me in the comments. This might be the best way to start off your Monday.

Don’t worry, it’ll feel silly at first, but I promise you it’s more rewarding than not.

Now to keep up with my promise to practice gratitude to fight my tendency to forbode joy: Currently feeling gratitude for my spin class tonight. It’s going to kick my ass back into taking care of myself. 

Cultivate it.

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The Difference Between True Belonging & Fitting In

School was out for the next couple days because a snowstorm blew through upstate New York and I was excited to have the day off to play in the snow. After getting bundled up and prepared to be in the frigid temperatures until exhausted from fun, I went outside to find my two siblings to play.

After searching the front and backyard, checking the neighbor’s yard and woods behind both our houses, I found them hiding behind a snowbank across the street. They were making snowballs and giggling.

When I went to jump into the ditch with them, they both scowled before letting me know I wasn’t invited. “Go away, you’ll tell on us. You’re no fun.”

“You’re no fun,” was a phrase I was familiar with, both my parents used it to fling it at me when I didn’t laugh at their jokes or understand what they thought was so funny. My siblings and parents shared this and no matter how hard I tried to fit in with the jokes and fun, it never worked.

I tried to be fun for years and then succumbed to believing I wasn’t fun and lived out their truth.

After reading through the first half of Braving The Wilderness by Brene Brown I finally felt like someone understood how I felt when it came to family.

She speaks about the moment she didn’t feel like she belonged in her family and how it affected her until she was in her mid-forties.

“Even in the context of suffering–poverty, violence, human rights violations–not belonging in our families is still one of the most dangerous hurts. That’s because it has the power to break our heart, our spirit, and our sense of self-worth. It broke all three for me”

– Braving The Wilderness, page 14

And when our heart, spirit, and sense of self-worth breaks, there are only three outcomes according to Brown’s research data…

  1. You live in constant pain and seek relief by numbing it/and or inflicting it on others;
  2. You deny your pain, and your denial ensures that you pass it on to those around you and down to your children; or
  3. You find the courage to own the pain and develop a level of empath and compassion for yourself and others that allow you to spot hurt in the world in a unique way.

The pain I feel is deep, so deep I don’t even know where the roots are to rip them out of my being. While I’m no expert, I will honestly tell you I’m extremely good at doing numbers one and two.

For years I tried to fit-in and for years got rejected, but I continually knocked on that door hoping it’d open and the outcome would change (not just with family).

Constantly setting myself up for disappointment made me the expert at numbers one and two. Anger has been my shield for MANY years and honestly, I’m still fucking angry.

I’m afraid of losing my anger armor. If I don’t have anger protecting me, then who am I and what will happen to me if I leave myself vulnerable and open to other emotions?

In Braving The Wilderness, Brene defines the difference between fitting-in and true belonging which sounds simple because on face value who doesn’t know the difference between fitting in and belonging? It’s in the word.

Her clarification between the two words was the flashlight I needed to start navigating my way out of the cave.

“Belonging is the innate human desire to be part of something larger than us. Because this yearning is so primal, we often try to acquire it by fitting in an by seeking approval, which are not only hollow substitues for belonging, but often barriers to it. Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance.”

She goes on to add true belonging also includes having the courage to stand alone when it’s needed, and feel comfortable with that decision. i.e. standing up for what you believe in wholeheartedly, even when you’re surrounded by different opinions.

I’ve been trying to fit into family and friend relationships for my entire life, basing my worth off what they’d give me in return. You get told throughout life that ‘family is everything’ and ‘all you have is your family,’ so it’s a confusing message when you don’t feel like you’ve ever belonged which makes it even more difficult to stop knocking at the door.

This new understanding of true belonging has lifted a burden off my shoulders I didn’t know was there. True belonging doesn’t require us to change who we are. It requires us to be who we are, therefore freeing me of the responsibility to feel like I need to fit in.

“You are only free when you realize you belong no place–you belong every place–no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.” — Maya Angelou

Now to keep up with my promise to practice gratitude to fight my tendency to forbode joy: Currently feeling gratitude for the relationships I have at my office. 

Cultivate it.

I play better on Instagram than Facebook but regardless, come be my friend online. RamblinRandol is my quest for true belonging.