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Higher Power (Collage)

I am a bit obsessed by crows.  Crows, ravens, any black bird really.  Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know!  I think part of me loves them because they can sometimes be the outcast, shunned and unpopular.  People say all sorts of nonsense about crows.  It wouldn’t be like that if they were pure white, or even brown.  But black somehow makes them evil and cunning and bad to have around.

Working with them in art work can be tricky, because they are so dark.  It can be hard to design something around them that incorporates that darkness.  They will naturally be the focus of whatever you put them in, and tend to suit more monochromatic colour schemes, or darker hues at least.

To me, they suit a somehow spiritual, almost religious theme, and symbolise strength and self-belief, opportunity and thought.  So, this collage came together with that in mind.  Mr Crow here could almost be wearing a monocle and a top hat (damn – why didn’t I think of that earlier?!) – he’s very dashing and proud.  He is definitely his own higher power.  Ain’t nobody making him do anything he doesn’t wanna do – he makes his own decisions and has faith in himself!  He answers (caw caw!) to no one but his own inner being.  He is clever and brave and inventive.

He will, however, feel no shame at all about going through your rubbish bins, or eating gross, dead things off the road 🙂

Thanks for stopping by – have faith in yourselves today x

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Quote for the Day : Anything Can Be

Quote for the Day : Anything Can Be

“…Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be…”

— Shel Silverstein

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Trying Again

Trying Again

So, it’s that time of year again.  Resolution time.  Last year,  I called it “New Year’s Revolutions“, and the year before that I wrote a long and detailed list of the things I wanted to change and achieve in the coming months.  I’m not very good at keeping to my resolutions.  I do try, but usually fail by about, oh, January 5th.  But the whole point of a New Year is being given another chance.  Another chance to try again.  And try I shall.

But I am also going to not limit myself to just trying at New Year’s.  Every day should be a new chance to try again.  I think part of the reason I fail is that I use the whole “New Year” thing as an excuse for not trying for the next 11 months.  But, I say optimistically, with fingers behind my back, I am done with excuses.  I am going to treat every day like New Year’s, which means I can start fresh every morning.  If I fail, I just have to keep going until I succeed.

This is my plan.  I am not good at plans so failure is almost guaranteed but I have now given myself permission to not give up.  And not quit.  I am very good at quitting but I am going to try and not do that too often this year.  There are things I need to achieve and overcome this year (too personal for even over-sharing me to discuss here) and I will not reach any of my goals if I keep giving up.  There are things about myself I need to change and fix if I am to go forward in life.

There are the usual goals about weight loss. Sigh.  How long have I been making that my New Year’s Resolution?  What, 25-30 years now?  I have yo-yoed back and forth between one weight and another for some many decades, I have no idea what my natural body shape and size is any more.  But I have hated my body at whatever size it is, and I need to stop doing that.  My body survived a life-threatening illness and I need to remember that.  I need to remember and acknowledge that it survived against all odds and kept going, no matter what.  So, if nothing else, I should treat this old rust-bucket of a body with some respect.  Sure, it’s a little flabbier and wobblier than I would like, but it’s still there.  I’m still upright and breathing, walkin’ around with all my limbs and digits and brain cells (although that last point is debatable).  So I need to try to be as healthy as I can.  Which doesn’t necessarily mean being as skinny as I can.  It means feeding my body with the right fuels and exercise.  It’s not about fitting into a tighter skirt or being able to get away with short shorts.  It’s about being healthy and fit and strong.  I haven’t been that for a long time and I really need to get my shit together where that is concerned.  My body deserves that, it really does.

I need to think about my career.  I need to seek that which will bring me fulfilment and authenticity and joy.  I don’t know if it is possible to have that in a 9-5 job, but I am going to try and find out.  I like my current job, but I don’t love it.  It doesn’t full me with excitement or happiness or anything even remotely approaching those things.  It pays my bills and gives me a sense of satisfaction some days and I am very grateful for it.  It provided me with security and emotional support when I needed it most.  But it isn’t my dream job and I have to figure out what is.  Because I really don’t know.  And time is running out.  At some point I am going to have to figure out what I am supposed to be doing, what I want to be when I grow up.  Because I truly don’t know yet. Failing that, I need to be ok with having “just a job” and acknowledge that it allows me to do the things I do enjoy in life, outside of work.  We can’t all be Oprah.  Some of us have to have the little boring jobs that keep the world turning.

I need to be less of a hoarder.  I know I say this on a weekly basis, but seriously, I just need to learn to let go of things.  Things are not people.  I can let go of a bunny ornament someone gave me in the fifth grade.  They will not mind if I give it away now.  The world will not collapse and I am not a bad person if the Christmas card I got in 1983 from a classmate ends up in the recycling bin (seriously, I just found that card today and struggled with getting rid of it). I have to learn to hold on to memories, instead of stuff.  But it is hard.

I need to start learning to say No.  I need to be ok with saying No and not feel guilty about it or try and make up for it by doing more than the original request asked for.  I need to learn not explain my No – the No itself should be enough.

I really, really need to learn to like myself a little more.  Or at all.  I don’t know how to do this, and if you have any suggestions, please send ’em on over.  I don’t know how to like what I see in the mirror.  I don’t know how to not lie awake at night thinking about all the things I did wrong in the day, all the mistakes I made and how many people I let down.  I need to stop thinking of myself as ugly and useless.  But it’s really hard to break the habit of a lifetime.  And how do you change the way you look to yourself – get new eyeballs?  I need an Instagram filter for my own eyes.

I need to learn to deal with my social anxiety.  Deal with it and accept it and learn coping strategies.  Because I am not going to become a social butterfly overnight.  I don’t even know that I want to.  I just want to be free of the terror that comes with invitations to parties and weddings and shindigs.  I want to be able to accept these invitations happily and easily and not dread their impending hour.  I need to be ok with NOT accepting them too.  I need to not beat myself up about not going to things.  I’m not a terrible person, after all, if I decide that a pub crawl is not my thing or if time spent at a Hen’s Night is enough to make me want to gouge my own spleen out.  But I do need to be better at social stuff.  It is hard every day for me, just interacting with human beings in general, and I need to be able to take that off my stress list.  Again, I don’t know how to do this, but I am going to try and figure it out.

I need to grow up financially.  I need to budget better and spend less on frivolous things.  I need to seriously look at buying a house.  Which will mean buying somewhere that is in a suburb less lovely than the one I currently rent in.  I cannot afford to buy here and I need to accept that.  Or get a better-paying job.  Or marry someone really rich (ha!  kidding!).  I don’t actually know if I can afford to buy anywhere, but I need to look in to it and find out for sure.  I need to sort out my future security and top up my superannuation and prepare for the impending zombie apocalypse on my own.  I need to secure my future.  And I need to have my own place so I can get a cat.  This is more important than anything.

I need to laugh and smile more.  I need to fake it ’til I make it.

I need to go to bed earlier and sleep better.

I need to get up earlier and do more in my day.

I need to ask for a pay rise.

I need to delegate better at work.  I have an assistant – she should be assisting me.
And I have to let her.

I have to stop being scared of men.

I need to stop comparing myself to other women.

I need to hug more and allow myself to be hugged.

I need to swim more and not worry about what I look like in bathers.  I love the beach – why am I not there all the time?

I really do need to learn to use chopsticks.

I have to travel.  At least one destination per year from now on.

I need to stop trying to fix people and their problems.  I can’t help everyone and I should sort my own stuff out first, before I concentrate on other people’s issues.

I need to express my disapproval of racist/sexist/bigoted jokes and comments when in social situations.  Saying nothing is not good enough anymore.

I need to stop procrastinating.  In regards to everything.

I’m going to write more.  Writing is what I love to do and, even if it’s just for me, I need to make time to do it.

I need to breathe more.

I need to practice gratitude.

I need to be kinder to myself.

I am going to try and not feel guilty about having restful days.  I’m not good at relaxing or doing nothing – and I think you sometimes have to give yourself permission to do that so you can rest and recuperate and give your body and mind some breathing space.

I need to be more ecologically friendly and responsible.

I need to see more people and be less hermit-like.  Whether I like it or not to begin with.

I need to just be. And be ok with whatever and whoever I am.  Because I am tired of fighting ME.  And I’m nearly 42.  Enough already 🙂

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Sorry for the long post.  As always, it is more for me than anyone else. I hope you have a lovely New Year’s and that the year ahead is happy, successful, fulfilling and authentic.  I hope you have love and laughter, joy and positive experiences.  Learn lots, love lots and let go.

Happy New Year everyone – see you in 2016 x

Rainy Day Craftin’

Rainy Day Craftin’

It’s been a cold, miserable, wet day today.  The sky is grey and they clouds are dark and thunderous (or they look “thundery” anyway!).  I’ve been listening to Paul Simon (on the stereo…he’s not here with me…that would be weird although also very AWESOME!) and doing some crafty bits and pieces.  Made a couple of cards but then gave up because I just wasn’t feelin’ it today…(I fear I may never make a good card again!…my mojo is well and truly kaput at the moment)…

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After that I attempted a few smaller items – hair clips and collaged brooches and pendants.  I have horrible luck with dimensional gloss mediums.  They always bubble for me, no matter how hard I try to keep it smooth and bubble free.  I don’t shake the bottle, always squeeze out any air bubbles first etc but still…  If anyone has any foolproof methods for bubble-free application, let me know and I will be truly grateful!  I know I probably shouldn’t be doing it in this weather either – wet and slightly humid probably isn’t best.  But I am impatient and wanting to get things finished… Don’t look too closely at the hair clips – they are bubble central.  I even added a few little diamantes to the top to distract the eye…(sorry photos are a bit blurry too…)…

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The following pieces aren’t finished yet and still need their coating of gloss but I’m going to leave them for today and probably seal them with individual layers applied by brush to avoid any bubbles…I like the bracelet with it’s blue-winged birdies and the “blessed” ring…I should also point out that the “faith” and “hope” pieces are teeny – about the size of my thumb print…awfully fiddly to do but for some reason I like working on really tiny things!

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Now I should clear away my things and start thinking about what to do for dinner.  Work tomorrow – hopefully the weather will be nicer so I can walk during my lunch break and not have to drive home in pouring rain and treacherous conditions (I’ve just bought a new car so I’m driving extra tentatively at the moment anyway!).

Happy Sunday to you all.  Hope the week is kind to you 🙂