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badass unicorns and a BIG dose of refocus.

Tomorrow I begin my 30-day social media rehab course with Tiffany Han, Life/Creative/BIGdream coach.

Quite honestly, I don’t know what is in store for me. But. It has to be better than my haphazard attempts to piece all this stuff together. There has to be a better way to feel connected, to focus on my art and myself.

Pretty sure that I can just throw it out there HERE (on this website) because my audience is limited. Safety in small numbers.

So, with all of that said.

I am applying for a new job while I am gone.

director of nevertheless, badASS, happy & co.

hope the interview goes well and i get the gig. it’s a start-up and I know the chick who is doing the interviewing (she is quite a perfectionist/pessimist/wallower/hand-thrower-up-in-the-air/stomp-her-foot in the unfairness of it all kind of girl – at least that’s what I have heard through social media)

feel free to leave some love for me. i would love to have a big-filled-up-pocket of it when i return.

ps. i am going to finish my version of badASS unicorn while I am off the proverbial tech juice. stay tuned.

30-Day Social Media Rehab

It starts in pretty darn soon. I am in. Are YOU?

let’s scheme and dream together

with the amazing Tiffany Han as our fearless, ass-kicking leader.

the specifics are here.

brilliant.little.flashes.

flashes of little-ness.

a girl and.
pink crinkly bricks.

full.
of sugar.
smiles.
and something.

not quite sure.
what.

she can’t put her finger on it.

but. nevertheless.

it is sweet.

word.nymphs.

these little bits of girls have something to say. and they can say it in one word. i love how couch creative. is. so.

good.

an out of my own head. distracted by some sort of tv show. good.

so in honor of something that came easy to me (well, except for the eyes. thank you kelly barton for getting me past the ugly and into a groove that i can call my own)

i would like to send some word/nymph/love out into the world.

just get in touch with me on my fb art page with a private message (i’ll give you my address) and send a self-addressed, stamped legal size envelope to me and i’ll tuck in a girl with a random word and send it right back. (be sure to put enough postage on it cause once she leaves my house i am off the proverbial hook!)

you can certainly stick a note inside that says hi. i like random bits of post love. but you don’t have to.

ready. set. GO!

and I thank my lucky stars

Just as stunning on the inside as the outside. cuteGIRL. she makes her mom smile. even when her mom doesn’t want to. a complete whirlwind of ____________. you pick, any word will work.

when she was a newbie on this earth, she had colic. like push-her-stroller-off-a-seaside-cliff colic. (its true. she has heard the story many times and laughs every time) and i think i listened to the best hits of james taylor about, oh, a million times. and it was sweet.

And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are

i hear him now on pandora and i have to stop and smile.

good stuff people.

flashback for those of my generation: your smiling face.

pajamas and bars.

pretty sure that there should be a pj day at local drinking establishments.

and not the kind of pjs that guys like.

screw that.

like flannel pj’s and a big t-shirt with salsa stains on the front.

if it helps the cause. i’ll even go braless.

now that fo-shiz is my some sort of happy hour.

they keep staring at me.

Kelly will be so excited to pick up this little package from the post.

I bought the wooden bits on a whim while wandering around my local craft store. it just seemed to me that they needed to be made.

no purpose. no idea. no idea of the final outcome.

i seriously am NOT good at just making something to make something.

now that i consider myself to be a (BIGgirl) artist. i expect everything to be a masterpiece.

it. is. exhausting.

i can’t even make some cute tribe girls without irritating the crap out of myself.

so.

off to kelly they go. with ribbon headpieces and all. (kelly HATES ribbon.)

she better make them look cute.

maybe with her they will reveal their purpose.

(but at least they are not staring at me anymore. and yes. I know they have no eyes. but they have that power.)

a response to my. um. sensitive nature.

 

I just generally try to remember that no matter what i say or think people are going to believe what they want to believe, say what they want to say, and ignore any sense of logic. So its best to just ignore them and remember in the long run it doesn’t really matter. Just fade into to the background and watch them make an arse of themselves and say http://i.imgur.com/8zBZe.gif.

 

thank you person-who-loves-me-who-shall-remain-nameless. seriously. you are pretty frickin’ smart and so amazingly good.

raise your hopeful voice.

Falling Slowly (The Swell Season) :
I don’t know you but I want you
All the more for that
And words fall through me
And always fool me and I can’t react
And games that never amount
To more than they’re meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You’ve made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You’ve made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I’ll sing along