I found myself in need of a new brush so I went to check out my options at the local Walgreens.
. . . think I'm gonna go with the free one . . .
I found myself in need of a new brush so I went to check out my options at the local Walgreens.
. . . think I'm gonna go with the free one . . .
Ay, no! It's 9pm already?!
Time really escaped me today . . . Guess it was just a day of tomfoolery . . .
For your viewing pleasure . . . (and I'm not talking about the small child in front).
This is one of my favorite collage art pieces I've made. When I started, I had no idea where it was headed. There was no finished image in my mind that I was working towards. Rather, I developed the vision as I went along. Placing a piece here and rearranging it there.
Ooh, where can I put this?!
No, that doesn't really work.
Once it was finished I took in what I'd created.
It took a while to sink in.
I really had no idea what it meant. There was no agenda or commentary I was trying to make - at least not consciously.
After some thought, I saw how it could easily represent women's disempowerment; always being the brains to the greatness that is created and - more often than not - credited to men.
Interestingly, over time (and as I had prominent shifts in my own life), I began to see a different meaning shine through. Taking a completely different perspective, this work could easily represent complete women's empowerment. The ultimate puppeteer; has the vision and planning to know exactly which moves are needed - and the power to make each character play their part.
It's a nice reminder that everything in life can mean a multitude of different things in different times - to different people, to the same people.
What does it mean to you?
What aspect of your life can you see in a different light, now that time has passed?
And we're back to explore the second point of consideration when navigating that pesky 'Maybe' in decision making.
To review, the factors I find myself falling into in moments of indecision are as follows:
Today is my sister, Serena,'s birthday. She is thir-- a year older today!
On her wishlist, I saw included this item: your favorite memory of us together.
This isn't necessarily my favorite memory of us together, but it is a prominent memory and a very important moment in my life. It happened in a sentence and the impact rocked me with just three small words.
It also, conveniently, continues with the topic of my last post.
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Flashback to about 5 years ago. We were on the phone with each other and I was telling her about the new job I had recently started. It was in a career field that I had newly learned about and was very interested in. It was supposed to be a great experience and yet . . . I was only two months in and was finding it challenging in ways I'd never before experienced in my young adult life.
Up until that point I was used to things coming relatively easy to me. I was a high performer and always delivered good work. But for some reason, in this position, nothing seemed to be clicking into place. I was smart, competent, resourceful and hard working - why the heck was I struggling SO MUCH?
The more I told Serena about what I was experiencing the clearer it became to me - I didn't like my job.
Like, I REALLY didn't like my job. Not in a - this topic is boring or I'm not being challenged - kind of way, but in a - this job is making me feel miserable and doubt my abilities as a human - kind of way. I was very unhappy working there. And I was scared to admit that, especially to myself.
I got through my complaining and paused. In an increasingly elevated tone, I whimpered, "...I don't think I like my job."
My body was tense, my breathing was labored, and I was trying so hard not to cry. I was in such emotional distress.
And then I heard her response: "Well, Sarah, you can quit. You don't have to work there."
I immediately felt a wave of relief wash over me - and tears stream down my face. It was as if, with those three simple words 'you can quit', the weight of guilt, shame, and judgement I had shackled to myself had been unlocked. I could feel my body get lighter.
My suffering had been acknowledged and validated. And more importantly, I had been shown that my happiness (and feeling of self-worth) is more important than any job, timeline, or other socially decided parameter.
As someone who has a very hard time working in any job that doesn't directly call for the living out of my own personal values, this was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. (And in case you were curious what happened with my job - I quit the following week.)
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So, here's to one of the greatest gals I know! To Weenie Wayne, Marco, and Dippy, too - Happy Birthday!!!
Thanks for always being in my corner and having my back, not only as a sister and friend, but as one of my biggest supporters, cheerleaders, and promoters.
"I'm not a quitter."
"If I start something, I have to finish it."