Searching for Revelation, she is the last unicorn.
But mostly she just wants to become a better person.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I USED TO BE AFRAID OF EVERYTHING
“I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before.” ― C. JoyBell C.
Yea, I'm an optimist, but really, I'm pretty stoked about being unemployed.
All of a sudden about twenty doors seemed to open up in front of me. Maybe, I'm good at making the best of situations, and maybe things happen exactly as they are supposed to happen. I am forced to take my nursing career serious. I am forced to look at how working in an office for a for profit corporation changed me in very subtle ways. I am at a prime place in my life for something like this to occur monetarily, spiritually, physically (these wool socks are toasty). I HAVE TIME.
I think I'm the happiest I've been in a good while.
My life is infused with just the right amount of misfortune, and sometimes that misfortune is just the kick in the ass that I need to jostle me into the present tense.
Yea, I'm an optimist, but really, I'm pretty stoked about being unemployed.
All of a sudden about twenty doors seemed to open up in front of me. Maybe, I'm good at making the best of situations, and maybe things happen exactly as they are supposed to happen. I am forced to take my nursing career serious. I am forced to look at how working in an office for a for profit corporation changed me in very subtle ways. I am at a prime place in my life for something like this to occur monetarily, spiritually, physically (these wool socks are toasty). I HAVE TIME.
I think I'm the happiest I've been in a good while.
My life is infused with just the right amount of misfortune, and sometimes that misfortune is just the kick in the ass that I need to jostle me into the present tense.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Love Songs for the Apocalypse
Trying not to retreat into nostalgia. So thankful for bike friends and bikes and bikes and bikes. And friends who don't ride bikes. And books and words, and the crisp sting of cold air.
Remembering things that I want to do to make me feel strong. Not feeling weird about doing them. Finding the time and energy. Because I'm a bear and this is winter and I've got a cold cold heart.
Remembering things that I want to do to make me feel strong. Not feeling weird about doing them. Finding the time and energy. Because I'm a bear and this is winter and I've got a cold cold heart.
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