There’s your right and your wrong
there’s your ceiling and your floor
But my right is not your right
and your lies are absolutely my wrong
There’s a path I chose to take
it was dark and winding
it was lonely
the type of lonely I wish on no one
but I persevered
and I came back
with new thoughts and new ideas
and a refusal to be part of the status quo
A refusal to return to the chains that bound me
We all have a few things that we just can’t seem to tear ourselves away from. It adds time onto my writing but I have no regrets. We all need brain breaks, right? Here’s my top 5 from least distracting to greatest
There is always cleaning to do. When I sit down to write if I see something I can sort out quickly, I will do it. Then once I start on that small task I find another thing, then another, and I have to remind myself that my story isn’t going to write itself.
4. The Outdoors.
I will, mid writing, get up and sit outside in the sun.Simply cuz I want some vitamin Sun splashed on my face.
I was not always ambitious. I grew up in a single parent home with a mom battling depression. She, with the help of my family, made sure we had everything we needed while prioritizing a deep rooted relationship with Christ. I was blessed with a father who loved me and did the
According to Mutualart.com, “Jan Toorop was a Dutch visual artist who was born in 1858. He has had numerous gallery and museum exhibitions, including at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum and at the Rijksmuseum. Many works by the artist have been sold at auction, including ‘Portret van mevrouw M.J. de Lange — Portrait of Mrs M.J. de Lange’ sold at Christie’s Amsterdam ‘TWENTIETH CENTURY ART INCLUDING BELGIAN ART’ in 2005 for $964,318.
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Not all broken commitments hurt. Some we hope won’t work. Some commitments we initially hope don’t work out, and then when they don’t, we realize we do want it to work out. Then there’s some that work out and you wished they didn’t. The ones that workout just the way you planned, are priceless.
I have gone through my own rough times. I have pretended like I didn’t care about things till I truly didn’t care about them. I didn’t want to care anymore. I wanted my feelings to go away so I could just move forward in life and not be held down by them. I hurt myself in the process. Losing my feelings made it so that people couldn’t hurt me
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The creative process isn’t a thing that’s visible because it’s created in our own minds. So we shouldn’t expect it to be understood by anyone else.
We have secrets, us creators, but the truth of the matter is,
When I was a little girl I was scared of everything. After I had my first daughter, I realized I was capable of so much more than I thought. Not only did I push her out naturally, but I also successfully breastfed her for a year while working full time. The world became my oyster and that’s when I began to face my fears.
I write to get it of my chest
To experience my thoughts as a mirror
To experiment thoughts I haven’t quite thought
I write so you aren’t alone
So I’m not alone
To have something to reflect on
And to prepare myself for the worst
To get myself through the worst
It’s a collection of so many things that can’t be categorized
It’s my art
In life there’s going to be times when people look you in the eye and try their best to tear you apart. And they might succeed in that moment, but they lost the war to win this tiny insignificant battle.