You Are A Work Of Art

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Day twenty four

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Hmmm something I miss… cartoons.  Saturday mornings with cereal and early morning cartoons. The cartoons of today really are subpar. I have tried to introduce my daughter to the cartoons of my childhood,  but to be honest,  it really saddens me that cartoons are no longer like that.

Late night ponderings.

                  So. I am awake.  It happens. And oddly enough when it does I manage to do some of my best writings.  It’s like this is when my mind is clearest.  When I fight with the demon known as insomnia.  I already added two poems to my poetry W.i.p. and now I am going to ramble here. My thoughts are this….
                    Is social media truly being social?  We have been asking this question as a society for a while now.  These sites allow us to lie. To become people we wish we were. There is a serious issue there.  Still it also allows us to communicate with people who are so very far away.  It makes the world seem so much less.  It allows family and friends who are far away to connect it ways that would be impossible otherwise… but that’s not always a good thing.  I personally use it to promote my books and sell my crafts.  I use it to keep in touch with those who I have known and love. For me…the recluse writer…yes it is social activity.  However I am strange… what?  Did you really not know that?  Lol. What about you? What do you think?  Is social media truly being social?  I wonder for the non introverted people out there,  if social media is something else?  Perhaps it is tedious.  If so do you only do them for your family?  What is your reasons for being on them?  Which do you use? There are so many choices.

Discipline

Nary a thought
to organization,
Not one to abide
Micro managing
My time.

As long as I do
Does it matter when?
Or can it be late
When my mind refuses
To quiet at all?
Or early morning
As I watch the dawn?

Discipline in my work
Is not the same as
For another.
For me know that I
am doing.
And it is enough.

Posted earlier on my personal Facebook

It really is the little things that hurt…and heal. Seeing affection and pride felt by those whom you wish were proud of you. Or who paid enough attention to see who you really were. So I end up feeling the little green eyed monster creep in. And then I self recriminate because I see myself as better than that.  I don’t do my writing or my crafts or my art for the recognition.  I really don’t.  I do all of it for me.  However,  the primal urge for recognition exists in everyone. Then along with the self doubt,  a few someone’s stood up for me. It heals the little cracks in my soul.

Day twenty three

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Oh well… this is a tough one. I am an oddball.  I really don’t dislike people  overall… not any more.  For me it is a case by case – moment to moment thing. So saying I dislike someone… well for me that means they are not family.  Blood doesn’t always mean family.

Day twenty two

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Ack mornings.  Even more ack routine.  I sit and play on my social media till I am awake.  No real routine to that.

Day twenty one

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Pisces.  And yes,  it does.  I am very much a creative and emotional soul. I have always felt that the astrological sign of Pisces fit me.

Day twenty

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Disturbed – the sound of silence
Shel – Enter sandman
Scissor sisters – i can’t decide

My initial thought is my music is awesome.

Day twenty

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Disturbed – the sound of silence
Shel – Enter sandman
Scissor sisters – i can’t decide

My initial thought is my music is awesome.