Today iz the day.
A quite place where I can rest my weary thoughts,and share my dreams, fantasies, and desires. A touch of make believe and absolute, a garden of emotions, both high and low and feelings of love for what matters to me in life. Come walk with me, and I will share, and show you my world.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Life in General
Welllllll, sorta. Some changes are for the better, some means just letting go. That's hard to do, letting go, I mean. When we have time, or effert, or love, or just money invested in our daily lives, with family, friends, ventures, or hobbies, it is hard to sift through the garbage and decide what or who, exactly is worth keeping. What is clasified as ''garbage''? That is for you to decide.
I know for me, I have decided that I deserve better, much better.
I have decided not to let others use me as a private dumping ground. Family gets angry when you no longer tolerate or allow them to use you, so called friends get angry when they realize you are no longer available for their advantage, all of a sudden you are mean as far as they are concernd. Maybe so, maybe not, depends on what side of the box they are on. I am no longer in that box, so now they are confused, I am not, and that is what counts.
I have been trying to do too much. Until a few weeks ago, I thought I was just doing what I usually do, work and play hard, real hard. I am a perfectionist, everything has to be just so. It HAS to be right, it Has to be the way I feel is perfect. I was painting, writing, sculpting, beading and learning egg art. I had so much, way to much. As I did one thing, something else was always nagging in the back of my mind. It became too much, now I'm cleaning "house" you could say. Re-evaluating my needs. How will it turn out?? With a lot less clutter and a lot more peace.
I know for me, I have decided that I deserve better, much better.
I have decided not to let others use me as a private dumping ground. Family gets angry when you no longer tolerate or allow them to use you, so called friends get angry when they realize you are no longer available for their advantage, all of a sudden you are mean as far as they are concernd. Maybe so, maybe not, depends on what side of the box they are on. I am no longer in that box, so now they are confused, I am not, and that is what counts.
I have been trying to do too much. Until a few weeks ago, I thought I was just doing what I usually do, work and play hard, real hard. I am a perfectionist, everything has to be just so. It HAS to be right, it Has to be the way I feel is perfect. I was painting, writing, sculpting, beading and learning egg art. I had so much, way to much. As I did one thing, something else was always nagging in the back of my mind. It became too much, now I'm cleaning "house" you could say. Re-evaluating my needs. How will it turn out?? With a lot less clutter and a lot more peace.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Driven To Drink...
Monday, August 9, 2010
Dance, inspite of how you feel.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
I relate to Matilda
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