It's a new year, and I'm going to post more. Possibly because my brain has kicked back into gear in the past couple months; I can't explain it, but thought processes are becoming more like myself, and I've started painting again as well. Nothing great, but I'm not out to be great. I'm not out to be great, I'm not out to be the best. I'm painting because I like to, and sometimes it's more about enjoying something than being the best at something. I tell my teenager this when she talks about Cross Country running.
"I'm not sure if I should run or not. I'm not really that great a runner."
"You're a great runner."
"Out of ten girls I usually come in fifth. Or sixth."
"That's great! Most kids don't even run. Do you like running?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Than run. Don't run to be the best. Run because you like it."
It's okay to have a hobby and enjoy it for that. Wait, where was I?
Keeping it real 2014! My brain. Ah. So I'm having brain chains that are concurrent with my old self, which is refreshing- basically when left in quiet my mind thinks of one thing, then pops over from thing to thing until it arrives at a conclusion of the thought that may not have anything to do with that first thought. But is an Ah-ha for me, because I'd gone years without thinking much at all, just making lists of what I had to do, what times, and groceries. So thoughts are good.
The Kat Lee Reader's Woman of the Year Award 2014 goes to Lena Dunham.
Congrats!
Have you ever noticed what an eerie resemblance Lena Dunham has to Joanne Woodward?
This year's Woman of the Year was based on desirability. Lena Dunham, while not sexy in a commercial way, is completely comfortable with herself, which is a sexy quality. Love yourself, and others will love you. I see this in my own marriage- my husband laughs and twinkles at my awkward and random dancing. He appreciates my ability to make fun of myself in public in small ways. They'll see your self-love and be intrigued by it, whether you got the goods or not. But she technically has the goods. I almost rewrote this drastically after watching the episode where she spends the entire show in a green bikini, but later felt more comfortable in my own pudgy body in a shorts/tank top combo, so I'm sticking with it.
And Lena Dunham's facial resemblance to Woodward? A very similarly symmetrical face wooed the only hollywood actor who ever mattered. The man who, when you die, you hope flies in on the back of a butterfly and tells you to hop on. (Yes, Paul Newman is God's ushering angel to heaven. If you think it, it will be ;) I'm going to stick with that; it makes the idea of death seem less frightening. We went to this In-Depth Channeling event where Arthur Ford answered questions about the afterlife. It was real interesting, but this isn't the place to go into it. Maybe next time...but that butterfly thing was brought up).
OmGersh, the cuteness... |