Notre Dame on fire
The night Notre Dame was in flames, I wrote something on my Instagram. I had wanted to articulate more on it the days after, here in the blog, but I got sick with high temps and I became a zombie…
Here is what I wrote on my feed that night:
I was about to go to bed...And I heard about Notre Dame in Paris. Burning.
Tears sprang in my eyes.
Nesting
I guess I can say I have been nesting…
The change of season is playing havoc on me. I can’t say I don’t feel well, because there is nothing major going on.
I just feel…off, I guess?
I have moments of inspiration, of ideas. Of energy.
Then, I find myself sluggish, unable to focus, and when I manage to bring myself to the bench, I end up making frustrating mistake after frustrating mistake.
I know the only way out is through.
I know it’s only a matter of patience, surrender, and keep going until the tide changes.
Still…did I mention frustrating?
I have found some soft time with these little vessells.
On stepping out of your comfort zone - and fear
It took me a while to write this.
Actually, it took me a week to get back on track, period.
The thing is…I have dreamed of a website like this one for long, and I was so happy about it.
Then anxiety and all my mental patterns roared their ugly heads at me.
I panicked.
Because…Well, now, after a week, I can clearly tell it was because I stepped out of my comfort zone.
I dared to invest more on myself - financially, mentally, on every aspect.
I dared to take up a little more space.
The ingrained voice in my head shouted at me about failure, about not being enough.
ON CHUBBY SPARROWS
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all
Yesterday I created this little chubby sparrow of hope.
It made me think back to December 4th, 2017.
When I made my first little bird, which also happened to be one of the first pieces of jewelry I made after a little painful hiatus - due to a downfall in my mental health.
To look at the pictures of these little birds brought back memories…
Lift and Thrust
It has been a very long, very challenging month for me.
Actually, a bit more than a month.
It started, quite ironically, with me having a sort of leap, beating more of my phobias – and from there, down it went.
More in detail…