oneword: laughter

I used to be pretty good at making people laugh and entertaining them. Maybe I have gotten too serious. I used to have more patience as well. I find myself losing patience with people in situations that I did not use to lose my patience. Maybe its because they took advantage one time too many. Maybe I just need to work harder, and dig deeper to find that patience...and that laughter.

oneword: flare

Signaling for help. A small sign of hope, or perhaps one of warning. One thought, one moment...can bring it all crashing down in an instant. The threat weighing heavily down upon you. One wrong step...and it could all crumble around you. Hanging on for dear life...you take one last shot, and hope someone out there caught site of it.

oneword: flare

i used to pride myself on my accessories. like a good office space groupie, i called them my pieces of flair. 


but they should have been pieces of flare.


ready. to ignite.

oneword: husband

... not quite yet. but there is hope.

oneword: still

i was sick of couch potato still. sick of tired, aching, self-pity still. sick of being sick still. sick of numbing a brain, dead from stress, with reality tv and that 70's show reruns still. sick of running around all day - rich in movement for the good of others - but leaving no choreography for me still. well. no more. but still.

oneword: artistry

swirling acrylics pasted to the canvas. creating and swishing and swirling, so excited about this creation, this new start. excitment, nervousness and a little bit of fear. what if it is terrible? what if it is a mess? what if it is not what I want? what then? do i wipe the canvas and start clean, or is that more scary than trying to fix what is there? what if i start again and it is worse than what was previously there?