an ED-venture.

The holidays, for me, always bring on the pondering.

Of things like.. the new year and life, what I am doing at the moment, what I hope to do.. etc. I seek many things in life, in my dreams most of those things are real. I love sleeping for this reason. I am thinking about taking on a new. I want to study the way people are people. I may express myself through the blog or to not piss some people through personal diaries.

I sometimes think I am a 'more' sensitive person, more in tune.. to how people talk, their body language, their tone, their eye contact. This has been something through out my entire life I have been on a heightened level of awareness, sometimes I see that as a negative because I read into things more then most people. Then I started to think maybe it is 'okay' to be in tune to these things and to know more of a science, if you can, behind how people are and maybe more so dissecting the why behind it.

The why in terms of insecurities, lack of understanding, jealousy, having different sense of humors.. etc. I decided to turn my sensitivities into an exploration of the people in my life and the people around me.

It feels right, so we shall see how this goes.

be aware of yourself.

The things in life...

that make it a little better. a little worse. I tend to write with my heart and that sometimes can get me into trouble. But once that happens my heart starts to beat quicker, i get giggly, and sometime even get the goose bumps. This recent election reminds me of a time long ago where I was pretty disappointed with the outcome. Once again this happened... But like the U.K. said


AMERICA EXERCISES RIGHT TO PUNCH ITSELF IN THE NUTS
www.thedailymash.co.uk

This not only was a little over the top but made me smile bigger then I thought I would be able to. The humor is just dead on what makes my heart warm. A little twisted, maybe but..


<3 to a disappointing election that hopefully will only make us stronger! <3

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I use to see the world through different eyes. Sometimes I miss those eyes. they had such an endearing quality. whimsical words the swam and whirled and whipped away. oh those days. days where all you needed was a glass of wine, a contemplative mind, and others to bounce thoughts off of. a time where you questioned everything but in that question came purpose, passion and poise. Today is a different day, not better, not worse.

Time is a funny thing. it changes things. as with the seasons one cannot enjoy the current with out knowing the past. here is to a new season, a new time really.

let the leaves fall and crunch under your soles(souls).

The beautiful has flown.

In life things make us think. Tick. Tock. In life fairness is not always granted or achieved. July 2nd was one of those days. A beautiful person has flown away. He had a good fight and lived life more then most people double his age do. To see the amount of people today that loved him, the kind words that fell off people lips, to see the sweet moments captured by a lens, showed his greatness. one would be so lucky to have 1/2 the people there. The tears rolled and the sniffles tried to be subdued by the soul could not allow. The way you see some one through others is a beautiful thing. The moments we create in life, although we sometimes think are minute, are so much more. The contemplation then discovered by a need. A wife and two girls left alone too early. A moment I cherish that I have been so lucky. The weirdest part is that the earth continues to circle. The leaves continue to fall. As do the tears. years pass, but a feeling you felt can last. A smell a sound brings you to them. I hope nothing but the best for his wife. I know she was blessed to have found the bird she found. His love, his life, his legacy... lives on for-ever-more.

Time to hold the one you love a little tighter.

Dream a little dream of you.

humor me. cleopatra.

In life I generally try to surround myself with genuine people and people that aren't tools. ---If you will. S-s-s--s-s-s-s--s-s-ssss---s--s--s-sometime there is no option. This is one of my bitch blogs. I know super classy. However I get very disappointed with certain situations and find frustration in immaturity.

Life. Lessons. Love.

Music. It is truly one of the most beautiful things. It can bring you back to a moment. Even with your eyes open, you can go so deep into a day dream that you feel you could touch the moment. There are times that confuse me. Times that at the time confused me. I was in a whirlwind of bliss and haze. Which I think is when I live at my fullest.

The days are brighter then before.

Blog. Blog. Blog. blog. blog. blog.b.l.o.g
It seems like the air is getting crisper. More vibrant. more full of life, not stale cold. My practice continues to get better. I fret less. I love more. and more. and more. more. more.

Music lately has been a large part of the day. I find myself staying true to the artist and appreciating the art work and the physical form of having something in my hand to show for. I just don't think I am always ready for all the advances. I tend to always be nostalgic for the physical. wether it be a person, a letter, a book, a CD.

I hope to finally be picking up an instrument. My brother recently picked up the guitar and is excelling quickly. What couple doesn't fantasize about having a two person band? That is what I thought.

I am falling deep deep deeper into love with my career. I learn so much and find so much of it to be useful for different aspects of life. I hope to at some point in life be able to afford a dress form so I can start a whimsical dance with creating clothing I dream up in my head. Where else would I dream it?

The sky looked something of a picturesque picture. Where it is just the right color of blue and white clouds. Where you feel if you reach out you could almost touch it. but then you do, only to find out it lays somewhere in your dreams. I could almost feel spring today because of the 30˚ temps.
I miss my family dearly. They are more then just family or friends. It is hard to put a word to it as I don't really think a word has yet to be made for our relation to one another.

Bloom. blooming. bloomed.

Thus came the bliss.

I surprised myself by not writing about this earlier. Then I reflected, and noticed that it is because I have been so busy and fulfilled! I got a new job. I work now at a wonderful little shop that does upholstery and custom furniture. Although we do not have a wood shop at our store we have many tools that are also found in a wood shop. So far I have done 6 slip seats (dining), I have completely rebuilt a settee- the webbing, spring tying, padding,cover it, cover it, cover it! I have done two more seats, tore down a hell lot of chairs, And now am working on a beautiful sofa, same as the settee, but huge!

During my first two weeks my hands we so swollen that I would wake up having them numb. They looked like sausages. With cuts everywhere my hands are oddly happy. It is something that is quite lovely to be able to say that you love your job, and to be happy to go to work on monday rather then dread it.

Future planning.
I want to pick up tennis this summer.