This was written on May 12, 2015 12:57 PM
I used to keep a journal about the random thoughts in my head that would repeat like loops in my mind. It would and could drive me crazy if it would let it. Things like. I should write those stories that I have always wanted to write since I was 8 years old. I should draw more; I should look for a job, something I can do from home. That is something I really want, I can do several things. Website Design, Blogging, resumes, and even make graphics. I just don’t know how to market myself. I am not good at selling myself. I have a great desire to help people, but no desire to get paid for it. Continue reading
Ever come across a piece of Art that says more than you see. This one does screams out to me. I am always saying its ok. But it really isn’t. I just think I can handle it alone. When I can’t.
Thank you whoever drew this, for making me think about saying this all the time. If you know who this person is let me know. I will give that person a huge long hug. The kind I need right now myself.
Sometimes, Art says more than I can express, and this one today. Had my attention, Rachel needs self-care, and I have good friends who love me. And Care for me. They deserve better than its OK.
I am working on it. Trust me.
I normally work from home and rarely work outside of the home. I recently took a temporary assignment at the government found myself waking up for work on a very rainy day. I was not prepared! You see it has been a great summer of hot weather, the sunshine and light apparel. Summer shoes, heels and sandals. My boots were, somewhere hiding in wait for the winter weather. So I decided to brave the rain in my cloth runners. I know how to avoid puddles I thought bravely.
Next big decision is, avoid getting my dress wet, so I choose a coat that I call my ‘little red riding hood’ jacket. Yes, I name my clothes, not all of them just my favourites. This jacket is bright red, looks like a tent on me and but has a big red hoodie, great for covering my frizzy hair from the rain. It is a heavy jacket and would be warm to wear, but since I didn’t own an umbrella, it was my only choice. So, off I went. Running late, as usual, I braved the downtown Toronto weather, to get to work. Continue reading