Sad day today as I found out my boss' husband passed away unexpectedly in a boating accident this morning. Shock, sadness, anger, I can't even process. All I can do is pray, journal, and hug my family tighter tonight. 😢
Note to self 🙏🏻
If you live in fear - if you stay in fear - there is no growth, there is no change, there is no beauty, there is no magic.
I know it’s time I push past my fears - and go for the things that feel “out of reach” or “not possible” . . .
It’s time to drop the fear - and let myself reach for the stars.
Anyone else in? ✨💛
This was my first weekly spread for this year! Beginning bullet journaling definitely helps with staying more organized and also aware of tasks at hand that you want to accomplish. Hopefully I can keep up with this in the future ✨
i wasn’t able to attend denver’s women’s march this morning, but still wanted to raise my voice in chorus with all of the other women (and men!) who marched today for equality. we’re not going away anytime soon. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
amateur hour on my tracing/coloring job - you can see my little white out lines underneath the pink 😫🤦🏻♀️ i also wish i would have extended the bottom of my “t” in “nasty” - would have filled up the extra blank space. oh well, i’m lazy and didn’t want to redo it 😂
1/20/18 (Art by @ugly.r4ts🌹) 8:13 P.M.
Mood: pretty good.
Thoughts: So, I journaled for the first time in a LONG time yesterday night. It was...surprisingly cathartic.
I started to get pretty low again because of my recurring whirlwind of negative thoughts. I didn’t feel that I was doing ANYTHING right, and was extremely disappointed in myself. But, this time, instead of letting this negative mood ruin the rest of my evening, I decided to write. I didn’t really expect to feel any better afterwards, if I’m being completely honest. So, it caught me off guard when I felt better and reset afterwards. I actually regained control over the rest of my evening.:)
Writing my thoughts down helped me to better understand my emotions, where they were coming from, and it gave me a space to bitch, moan, and rant without worrying about judgment. I think I even found one of the biggest triggers for my depersonalization/supposed anhedonia.
I’ll admit that I’m so impatient about “getting better” that I overlook the little things that work to tame my mind. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way, but when I’m told to do things like meditate, exercise, eat healthy, do breathing exercises, or drink more water to help with anxiety/depression, I’m just like, “Yeah, right, just so it can take weeks to months to even start to see if those healthy habits will even make much of a difference? Ugh.” You know, like how skeptics look at homeopathic remedies.
But, I mean, damn, stuff like that actually HELPS sometimes.
So, I wanted to share that little lesson with the rest of you. Try not to let skepticism or hopelessness stop you from trying anything you can to better your sense of well-being. The methods you try may be hits or misses, but if you never TRY, you won’t find out what works for you in the moment. The same methods may not work every time, so feel free to switch things up, too. 🌹
And BE PATIENT. Everything takes time (I keep forgetting that). I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: The point isn’t to be results-oriented, but to be growth and self-care oriented. 🌹
Also, THANK YOU @summershadebabe for the tip to try journaling not too long ago.❤
I’ll never know what past generations were truly like, it really is shrouded in mystery. Whether a decade ago, a century ago, or even more than that. Never know how different they were, and how similar they were. I can only go on feeling.
It feels like this generation is over-enjoying a wealth of nostalgia with reboots and retro callbacks in genres across games, music, film, tv, and more. Did past generations cling to this retro-fantasy as well? Again, I don’t know. But if Earth is just another organism whose future is dependent upon the mindset of its bacteria and cells, then it would be very problematic that so many of it’s lifeforms are in love with the past, for we will never adopt or accept new information vital to the survival if this planet.
New ways of talking about issues, new ways of balancing opposing viewpoints, new ways communicating in language, in verbal cues, in physical interactions, in relationships, etc.
Art I believe is the most innate and primitive reflection of the humanity, and within that I believe there is another spectrum upon which music is the most fleeting of those art forms, and pictures are the most static. One temporal, and the other spatial, with everything else from food to pottery in-between. That’s off topic. But the point is our art reflects our innate mindset.
Future endeavors will require a mix of simple and complex solutions. a mix of new and old, or ancient, ways of thinking. And so a requisite to the success would lie in digesting a balanced serving of art, in the form of simplicity, complexity, novelty, etc. I don’t see that balance today.
But the only way to get there, to introduce people warmly into the complex or novel forms of art is to slowly guide them from the tropes they are already used to. Not to start with the crazy-wow-boom. The ending of a book or film is often(not always), where the crazy-wow-boom happens.
Another productive day of cleaning and clearing!! Found this old portfolio piece I did for a class in college. .
Old school mockup with film for printing the text. The piece was inspired by a term paper I wrote about me and my dad.
Those days in the print shop were pretty exciting - you never knew what would happen on the first run.