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Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
September 1st
Today pretty much picked me up and sent me spinning like feather in a Kansas tornado and it isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. Life changes, we adapt and things move on. But sometimes we find ourselves at a breaking point where in order for us to adapt in a way that makes the changes for the better WE have to change.
I will be the first person to admit that I am really NOT a social person. I'm a complete and total wall flower and social phobic hermit who could probably spend the better part of a lifetime without social connections and be perfectly content. Give me a hut in the woods any day. But here I am, facing the same roadblock that seems to be my arch nemesis... and I know that if I want to get anywhere in life I am going to HAVE to get out the flamethrower and take this monster down.
So here it is. Day 1 and my resolution - I have to find a way to go from being a social phobic wall flower to a recognized creative force... and I have no idea how to do it.
So my rational mind tells me that this is probably a lack-of-sleep + enormous amounts of stress induced daydream, but somewhere in all of this mess that is me something knows that I can't hide from the world forever. So here I come...
... as soon as I can figure out how to make this rock more portable.
I will be the first person to admit that I am really NOT a social person. I'm a complete and total wall flower and social phobic hermit who could probably spend the better part of a lifetime without social connections and be perfectly content. Give me a hut in the woods any day. But here I am, facing the same roadblock that seems to be my arch nemesis... and I know that if I want to get anywhere in life I am going to HAVE to get out the flamethrower and take this monster down.
So here it is. Day 1 and my resolution - I have to find a way to go from being a social phobic wall flower to a recognized creative force... and I have no idea how to do it.
So my rational mind tells me that this is probably a lack-of-sleep + enormous amounts of stress induced daydream, but somewhere in all of this mess that is me something knows that I can't hide from the world forever. So here I come...
... as soon as I can figure out how to make this rock more portable.
~ Sundri ~
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