Turning The Tides Of The Day

Today started out pretty rough, what with arguing with my ex and helping a friend through a shitty situation similar to the one I had been through.

My first and only dog was a sweet border collie mix named Anonda. I only took pictures with Snapchat so you can add me. The name is kiwikat39. She snuggled me and made me feel a little better.

Her owner gave me the tip that would ultimately determine that I was getting my Bluetooth keyboard today. This will enable me to better keep up with the blog on the go without lugging around my computer.

My mom bought me an SD card for my camera which now has a charge since the cord finally came in for it. I also bought a book that will ultimately be destroyed and sacrificed to the art journal gods.

Here is a sneak peak of a page that I am working on. I haven't figured out exactly where I am taking it, but it brings to mind the question of what it is that I can resist. Is it truth that I can or some lie that I have told myself to make me believe that I am stronger than I am.

I brought out my big visual journal for this project which was simply inspiring quotes to make me feel better when I start to feel down. Whether or not that works is yet to be seen.

I think that's all for today. I will try to work in my journals some more so that I can update more.

Musings And Momentos

Despite being off, I didn't manage to accomplish nearly as much as I had planned to. It seems life always strives to get in the way somehow.

I did manage to finish what is supposed to be the second page of a two page spread; ironically enough, without ever touching the first page. Oh well, I will get there.

With my career at Petco coming to an end, it was time to start cleaning out my things. Amongst these were a heart made out of tie wraps from the treat bags and just some little creatures and such drawn for me by my subordinate, otherwise referred lovingly to as my "minion". These seem to have finished the page as far as I can tell along with the code to the lock on our cabinets. It just seemed appropriate to keep it.

This page is attached to the "Endings Are Bittersweet" one. This was not the original plan, but again, it seemed appropriate. This is my original name tag and discount card from when the original manager that hired me was there. As you can probably see, the page is far from finished.

As this blog progresses and my journals progress, I will probably reference back to previous pages as is the way with life. We are always referencing the past and it oftentimes helps determine our future.

Much like my life, I have no idea where this blog is going; the parts of my secrets, my past, my life that I find myself sharing with others.

I suppose that is something only time will tell...

Be patient with me. Things will get better.

Ultimately, this blog is about sharing with you; my life, my goals, my hopes and dreams, my art; be it in the form of my journals, jewelry or whatever else comes to be.

As always, comments and opinions are welcome and appreciated!

On Hope And The New Year

With the new year comes the promise of many new things; with the new year comes the promise of hope.

Hope for love and hope of resolutions yet to be broken. The new year is filled with it. 

Lovers rejoice that they have made it this far and vow to make it to the next. Friends celebrate and swear to be as they are forever.

The night before is filled with drinks and celebrations; of romance and of happiness.

This is a good thing and time not to be squandered. If only we all carried the same amount of hope, of drive throughout the year. Think of how much we could get accomplished; how much we could do.

I hope this year is different; for you and for me. I hope it's the best year of our lives so far. I hope it's filled with happiness and healing.

I hope to finally make my own path, to learn to leave the past and the pain behind; to finally learn to be happy.

I hope to fill page after page of my journals; both the regular journal and my visual journal for that is where I believe I will find my salvation; my own little piece of paradise and happiness.

I have my chance. I have my hope.

I just pray that I can make the most of it.