Time for a System Re-boot
This morning I was feeling stuck.
Totally immobilized from stress overwhelm. There were a zillion things I should have been doing but the stress took top billing. All I could think was to call on the wisdom of my mother-in-law.
And her advice?
Get up, Get dressed, Get out!
It was that simple. So . . .
Today I am practicing,
Throw at me all you got.
Belittle my quirks. Undermine my abilities. Tread on my polite demeanor and quiet disposition. Even scoff my logic.
It wont change anything.
My worth is still my worth. It is not measured by your judgement.
So please, go . . .
Let the climb begin...
My husband and I rarely fight these days but with fists cocked for weeks now, my time had arrived.
In the Walgreen's parking lot no less.
I stared into our bag of purchases, absolutely flabbergasted. Frantically I searched for the receipt, yelling unapolagetically,
. . .
Who spends $89 in Walgreens?!
In your darkest hour.
When hope is illusive and dreams unreachable. When your window to the world is tear smeared and everything you do ends in vein.
Pull down the shutter. Shut out the world.
Rest with your internal rhythm. Be with your pain. Ride your wave of consciousness and be present . . .
Today I am practicing,
Living in the in-between takes a lot of patience. But there is no such thing as "happily ever after" without some trial and tribulation. Therefore I'm learning to embrace these moments, capture and live them fully. Because soon they will be gone.
I wonder, as . . .
Down the rabbit hole I go
New chapter, new adventure...
These past few months have been like falling down a bottomless rabbit hole, hoping to one day land and start our new life.
My hubby and I moved from New Jersey to New Orleans to work on a movie. We uprooted our lives, he quit his job, and we left our apartment vacant. Our intention to set up . . .
As we blindly march forward
The other day I stumbled across this woman's blog and as I began to read, her words immediately lured me in.
Her perspective, the way she viewed life, felt eerily familiar. To the point she seemed like my replica. Though a bit older she was also a visual artist, loved to write, take photos, was whim driven and extremely . . .
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