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.
Category: Self esteem
Day nineteen
1. Claustrophobia – I have been afraid of closed in spaces for a very long time.
2. Helplessness – I can not handle being helpless. I have been a survivor… so I don’t do being helpless well.
3. Heights – although I think it is more a fear of falling.
4. Being alone – the huge fear of loss.
5. Tbh — only thing four above.
Caught in song
there is a song for
each heart that has ever
touched themselves to mine.
playing in the theatre in
my often troubled mind.
Joy nor sadness truly reigns,
as heart rending is often queen.
faces with songs exist
long after emotion and name
have fallen prey to time.
such power these sounds have
to long after romance has died
still bring the heart to tears.
what allows another to see the moment
before it has come to be,
so well to write the words and notes
that will eternally haunt the mind
remembering pain and joy in the moment?
is the muse so cruel
that the songs
that tug
the heartstrings
are but inspiration
and quick pen?
the moments caught and held
meant to entertain the masses
end up breaking the heart.
Day seventeen
Quotes to live by…well there are a lot of inspirational quotes out there. All are worth using as a life model. However truth be told…I tend just to use my brain and my heart to decide how to live. What quote do you use to live by if any?
Day fifteen
To be honest this took actual thought. Quite a bit of thought. Not much really irritates me…I am something of an easygoing person. I even asked those who know me best to get a feel for what I would be perceived as having as a pet peeve. My daughter figures my pet peeve (once I explained the term ) was her misbehaving and disrespecting me. I really don’t think of her random teenage moments (as she is actually a really good kid) as being worth counting as my pet peeve. I am just her mother. That means I hide the amusement when she is acting as stubborn as she does. My boyfriend of twenty years just I don’t knowed at me….so I must not really have one that stands out to him. My sister told me it was stupid people. Okay uhm…yeah. I really have issues with those who are purposely ignorant or hurtful. So my pet peeves list is a total of one… that’s not bad.
What’s yours? And why?
Day fourteen
Although I know it seems like I should have a plan… I don’t plan that far ahead. There is so much that changes in my life but what matters doesn’t change. I write, I create and I love.
Day thirteen
(Just an fyi…day fourteen may be late. I have an event I am doing… a very public event selling my crafts… which is btw making me neurotic….. so I am not sure how up to anything I will be afterwards…. but I will do the blog asap. I promise.)
I am a stay at home sort. Hence the neurotic meltdown… lol. I really am introverted. However I am wanting to make an honest attempt at seeing how my crafts sell… so my first ever event. I have approximately 100 hair clips. About 150 hook style earrings, nearly a hundred post style. About fifty pendants /necklaces. At least Six picnic utensil holders. Some painted rocks. Some bracelets, broach pins, keychains. Some clothes pin dolls. Aaaaand I feel like I am not going to have enough to sell. so I am making bookmarks to keep my sanity. If you are anywhere near Keyser, WV on Saturday come see me. We will be in the south end park over by the tennis courts. There will be two food vendors, face painting, a bounce house. There is quite a few vendors signed up. Potomac Valley Hospital is going to be having an event there too.
So don’t mind me….
I’ll just keep making and see y’all there.
Day twelve
This really depends on my state of mind and how tired I am. When I am exhausted and in the sleep deprived silliness… Penis is the funniest word. Otherwise it really is more about context. Any word placed properly can be funny. Although I admit my humor is often very juvenile… uranus is able to elicit more snickers than I care to admit.
Day Eleven
I have been with my best friend for twenty years now. He is alot of what keeps me sane.
Day Nine (only slightly late )
This is a concept that has always bothered me. My great grandma was seventy five when I was born. She bowled in three leagues until I was ten. For me I see people at thirteen who are more mature then people who are nearly thirty. I believe each person should be judged (if they must be judged at all) on their own merits, not based on silly things like age or gender. What about you? What is your opinion?
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