I've already spent a couple hours watching Jane the Virgin--so absorbed by the telenovela glamz. I'm spending this holiday surrounded in lavender, candles, queer tv, and other things that engage my creative side. With that said, super excited for our skype date this weekend!
Even though it makes me pee, I feel the need for coffee in the morning.
I started to rethink and reevaluate things.
It just started with a normal conversation with H where I asked her to help me get better at verbal authority. It later developed to something bigger. Much bigger. Not sure how to explain it, but I hope it will make me feel better.
How are you?
So because of these personal things going on in my life I've tried to focus on the positive side of it all and think about what's important to me - what I want and where I want to go. I want to create and live up to my potential. I need to create space and time for being creative. I must write more, draw, paint, sew and sketch.
So far I've seen the Intern, which is a lovely movie! Robert De Niro is a sweetheart and Anne Hathaway is sublime.
I've also thought much of clothing and what I express by my look. I dyed my hair again. It's the same brown colour I had when I was in Korea. I'm starting to go towards a Granny Panty/Coco Chanel inspired style. Old school chic.
Coco Chanel once said,
|Now I occasionally wear patches over my knots.|
I always talk about all the changes my life is going through..and if it sounds redundant, it probably is. In being self aware, I have to admit that I'm extremely sensitive and a little clumsy with transitions in set and setting. This morning, I felt the Americans poking around in my uterus and I knew that bloodshed was on its way. This tension alone kind of made me keel over (imminent change alert), and then I tried to pump myself to mentally fight the pain. I barely had the mental capacity to reach out for help, and I am so lucky that my best friend and partner A could run out to bring me a feast.
|Dried figs, coconut water, mandarins, chicken noodle soup, clam chowder, sourdough, and cinnamon roll in the back (:|
Hope you are well, take care of your uterus!
We have a group, where we take a photo with a decided theme every week to keep us photographing. And I blanked.
What motivates me?
What makes me get up in the morning?
I got up because I didn't die during the night?
Of course it's the writing.
Creating stuff that motivates me.
If I can write and create it motivates me to keep going because it gives me joy.
I continued writing on my erotic novel, you know the one about the seasonal worker.
But other than that I need to get my shit together.
Make myself happy doing what I love to do.
Ps. we haven't started much with our collection. we have a plan tho.
I woke up this morning and immediately fell in love with the day--sound of heavy rain, crisp cold, warm sheets. I did everything in my power to absorb the beauty of the morning, but alas it was only an excuse to slowly drag my butt through a case of the Mondays (:
Recently I have made an enemy out of my job as it exhausts me and leaves me with limited time to pursue my passions. With some thought, however, I have come to wonder whether I'm giving too much of myself at work. Is there a way for me to "work smart" and conserve some energy for the rest of my daily life? Or is this a matter of building stamina?
As I type this, Kona is asleep in the shape of a croissant. She is def my sensei in the R&R category.
Wishing everyone some sweet dreams.
chu chu, c.