Frame of Reference

Sometimes in life, things happen. There are bad things and good things. I maintain that you have to experience bad things in order to appreciate the good things. Lately, I've gotten a lot of good things. Maybe it's the holidays or maybe it's just that I got lucky enough to be surrounded by good people, well, mostly. I watched a Bones episode tonight with my mom. It was really, really, old. I heard this song near the end. It really touched me. I memorized the lyrics that I could catch and looked it up. It's called Bring On The Wonder by Susan Enan: I can't see the stars anymore living here Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear Bring on the wonder Bring on the song I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long I fell through the cracks at the end of our street Let's go to the beach, get the sand through our feet I've also made a necklace I'm a bit proud of.  

I've been M.I.A. Some things have shifted and taken a period of adjustment. I've slept a lot. I haven't been taking pictures or making necklaces or drawing much. A little bit though. Here and there. I don't know what I've been waiting for. Someone to pick me up and solve all of my problems? I wish. I guess that I've been waiting on myself to snap out of it. I need to relax. Sometimes I have a really bad tendency to get worked up about things. I can't stop worrying. But I can. I can make myself stop worrying. Practice some coping techniques. Redirect my attention and what not. It's amusing to me that today starts the official countdown for the Mayan calender ending. I find their culture fascinating and plan to read more about them. Conspiracy theories abound. Oh, and the aliens! So maybe this is it. No big bang or gut check. Maybe it's just a quiet return to normalcy and positivity. No fanfare. Today was a very painful day. I did get a picture o...

There is a song by Snow Patrol called "Chasing Cars". I feel like I've been just lying down. Did I press pause or was the pause button pressed for me? How do you take responsibility for something that you have no idea how it happened? I should know by now how to kick start inspiration. I feel as if it is a finicky creature and comes and goes as it pleases. But I don't want to be passive about it any longer. I want to take control of it. If nothing else, as I've been sitting still, I've been thinking. A lot. Too much?

A blinking cursor is an obnoxious thing to stare at. You start to personify it and give it feelings, intentions. You know it's just sitting there, blinking, mocking you.