For those who thanked me for my voice--and asked for more ;D
He/she who laughs loudest is usually hurting the deepest. They become used to us being comedians; flip out & scatter when we're solemn. Or accuse us of having a flounce. Nice word--not! I find that phrase totally disrespectful. It's like someone telling you they're going to commit suicide, and you start laying down plastic so the blood doesn't stain your new carpet.
Actually, that's Monty Python funny, and I didn't even mean it to be.
I'm sick.
Now bring in the fact that we're artists. Someone said that as writers, we're to be strong. Suddenly everyone swears it's the bloody gospel. Artists aren't strong. They're uber sensitive. How else do you think a painter sees a mulitude of colors when everyone else sees a blank canvas? Or hears music when no instruments are playing? Puts the voices in our head to paper, fleshes it out, and leaves behind profound fiction? Look through the eyes of a photographer, and for a moment, you will see into the consciousness of an artist, no matter their craft. Close your eyes, and run your hands along the grooves of a potter's creation, and you will feel their soul.
Strong? Pfff. We're the most insecure. We feel deeply. We love passionately. We hate with vengence. And like bumper cars, we forever come back for more. THAT is what makes us strong, our resolve to get back up.
Now, couple this with the holiday season. Everything must be perfect. Inane things like the positioning of the satin bow on the package, let's not mention that the color coordination of said bow must be as detail orientated as if we're dressing ourselves for an interview...the gifts, the 'do I have enough for everyone' panic, the menu planning, baking, cooking, table setting, house decor, wipe the child's runny nose, keep everything cleaner than usual for the 'drop-ins', the family you love, the family you love to hate, alka seltzer, patting everyone's shoulder with encouragement....
Oh, how lovely it would be if someone noticed your own shoulder could use a squeezing once in awhile.
But, in the end, we stand back, and love the perfection of the day, the beaming smiles, the full bellies, the kids talking in rapid fire broken sentences about all they received, or clobbering one another like miniature prize fighters when one thinks to steal away with the other's new gizmo.
Alas, for many, this is the bluest time of year.
Have your blue day. *shrug* What? You don't think you've earned it? But at the same time, grow within yourself. Learn to recognize it's okay to feel blah, but begin to find ways to swim back to shore.
The more you do for everyone else, and put yourself on a back burner, the more a little piece of you dies every day. You MUST do something for yourself. You would be surprised how effective the little things can be a balm to the soul. A hot bath, a few candles...even if this isn't your thing--try it. Why? Because breaking out your normal routine is sometimes the best cure when the curve balls come your way.
Why do we always feel better after coming back from vacation? Because it took us out of our normal routine.
When was the last time you got up early enough--not to pack sandwiches, or race out to that meeting, but to pour hot tea, or juice, and simply watch the sun rise? Ever seen it? Amazing brush strokes of warm hues caress the skies as dawn awakens.
An anklet.
Anklet?
Yep.
No one will know you're wearing it...that's not the point. You'll know. For a day, you're a gypsy...mysterious...yep, it's silly. THAT'S what makes it decadent.
Strawberries soaked in champagne. Oh, that's such a waste...and just for myself? YES! JUST FOR YOU! Pop in a fave movie...doesn't mean you have to watch it all the way through..hell, fast forward to your favorite part...sit back...enjoy the bowl of strawberries...why not? Even if you only spare yourself 20 mintues to do this...it's all about 'me' time.
And it makes you better for all the hours you donate to 'them' time.
He/she who laughs loudest is usually hurting the deepest. They become used to us being comedians; flip out & scatter when we're solemn. Or accuse us of having a flounce. Nice word--not! I find that phrase totally disrespectful. It's like someone telling you they're going to commit suicide, and you start laying down plastic so the blood doesn't stain your new carpet.
Actually, that's Monty Python funny, and I didn't even mean it to be.
I'm sick.
Now bring in the fact that we're artists. Someone said that as writers, we're to be strong. Suddenly everyone swears it's the bloody gospel. Artists aren't strong. They're uber sensitive. How else do you think a painter sees a mulitude of colors when everyone else sees a blank canvas? Or hears music when no instruments are playing? Puts the voices in our head to paper, fleshes it out, and leaves behind profound fiction? Look through the eyes of a photographer, and for a moment, you will see into the consciousness of an artist, no matter their craft. Close your eyes, and run your hands along the grooves of a potter's creation, and you will feel their soul.
Strong? Pfff. We're the most insecure. We feel deeply. We love passionately. We hate with vengence. And like bumper cars, we forever come back for more. THAT is what makes us strong, our resolve to get back up.
Now, couple this with the holiday season. Everything must be perfect. Inane things like the positioning of the satin bow on the package, let's not mention that the color coordination of said bow must be as detail orientated as if we're dressing ourselves for an interview...the gifts, the 'do I have enough for everyone' panic, the menu planning, baking, cooking, table setting, house decor, wipe the child's runny nose, keep everything cleaner than usual for the 'drop-ins', the family you love, the family you love to hate, alka seltzer, patting everyone's shoulder with encouragement....
Oh, how lovely it would be if someone noticed your own shoulder could use a squeezing once in awhile.
But, in the end, we stand back, and love the perfection of the day, the beaming smiles, the full bellies, the kids talking in rapid fire broken sentences about all they received, or clobbering one another like miniature prize fighters when one thinks to steal away with the other's new gizmo.
Alas, for many, this is the bluest time of year.
Have your blue day. *shrug* What? You don't think you've earned it? But at the same time, grow within yourself. Learn to recognize it's okay to feel blah, but begin to find ways to swim back to shore.
The more you do for everyone else, and put yourself on a back burner, the more a little piece of you dies every day. You MUST do something for yourself. You would be surprised how effective the little things can be a balm to the soul. A hot bath, a few candles...even if this isn't your thing--try it. Why? Because breaking out your normal routine is sometimes the best cure when the curve balls come your way.
Why do we always feel better after coming back from vacation? Because it took us out of our normal routine.
When was the last time you got up early enough--not to pack sandwiches, or race out to that meeting, but to pour hot tea, or juice, and simply watch the sun rise? Ever seen it? Amazing brush strokes of warm hues caress the skies as dawn awakens.
An anklet.
Anklet?
Yep.
No one will know you're wearing it...that's not the point. You'll know. For a day, you're a gypsy...mysterious...yep, it's silly. THAT'S what makes it decadent.
Strawberries soaked in champagne. Oh, that's such a waste...and just for myself? YES! JUST FOR YOU! Pop in a fave movie...doesn't mean you have to watch it all the way through..hell, fast forward to your favorite part...sit back...enjoy the bowl of strawberries...why not? Even if you only spare yourself 20 mintues to do this...it's all about 'me' time.
And it makes you better for all the hours you donate to 'them' time.
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