Tag: This is my Life
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Change
Last year, I wrote about how I felt different on my birthday, because I had finally given myself permission to live. I referred back to that permission throughout the year in different ways, and I think I’ll continue to refer back to it (remembering, that being myself is a life journey, not something accomplished in one…
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Sea Buckthorn and etc
I took the week off of face stuff last week, and gave my skin a rest. Also, I was tired of poking my eyes so frequently (and I was hoping for the acne to quell). A friend of mine recommended some Sea Buckthorn oil, and while I was at whole foods over the weekend (to find…
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[evolve]
I lived in a rigid world with rigid language. Words like evolve and evolution were almost taboo and never spoken except in reference to something bad (or the theory, which was also bad). The act of evolving was treated with disdain when it was obvious. The word fascinates, resonates with me – it always has.…
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All dressed up and nowhere to go
Usually I’d actually apply makeup before doing this, but I was (ironically enough) going to lunch (and woke up at 12 something because I could, and I wanted to spend as much time not moving as possible due to muscle strain). Anyway, this is my cute blurry picture. Cardigan: Forever 21 $6 (on sale/clearance),…
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Truth
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Quilting. (or busy kiery is busy)
I’m thinking I’m going to try and do a mystery quilt this fall/winter. So far, the rest of the year looks like this: Work Film for two (going on 3?) web series Read some fantasy books on my list (or if all else fails, comic books – I did this last year when I was working,…
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A rose in armor
This is the progression – from concept to finish (with a blurry note in between) of my latest painting. It’s 6×6 Acrylic on a gallery wrapped canvas. It’s a weird image, two things that don’t really go together, but this is how I’ve pictured myself for most of my life – a rose hidden inside…
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Waxing Eloquent
I have a secret language that I speak inside my head. When I’m feeling brave, I write this way. It’s my own kind of prose, words have a rhythm and sentences flow. Phrases turn and swirl into what I like to call my butterfly language. When I’m honest and I write like this, I feel like it…
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Permission to rest
I’ve been sick with a cold-like-thing for almost two weeks, the symptoms themselves aren’t horrid, it’s just that I have no energy and end up completely exhausted after doing one thing that involves moving around. Last week I had a physical and a pap smear which was exciting. Good news is: my BMI is good…
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Starting Out Of Order
Sometimes I feel strange because all of the major life events happened to me before the normal life stuff. I graduated at 15, which I thought was cool at the time. I find myself now, questioning whether or not I was actually ready then. A lot of the outside-of-school skills most people learn in high…