today is the day

dear google, why the hell are you tweaking all my photos when i upload them?

today is the day that i will...

...start to look forward and not look back.

...make some awesome food to share with friends.

...spend the evening laughing despite my tears.

...perform three creative acts.

...lift my head.

...look at the possibilities in the world around me.

...stop berating myself for things beyond my control.

...give myself a little bit of room to grieve.

...admit that it's been a hard few months.

...find a magical genie fairy to grant my deepest wishes.

...grant myself my deepest wishes, because that magical genie fairy is me.

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today is the day the internet went insane about a gold & white (or is it blue & black?) dress.

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today is the day i read this piece on peaking again.

how is it that we find the things we need to read precisely when we need to read them?

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happy weekend, one and all.

12.12.12

yet again, the interwebs are abuzz with what is seen as an auspicious date - 12.12.12. we won't actually see another of these in my lifetime, as there won't be a 13.13.13 or a 14.14.14 - that makes me wonder whether i've used them wisely. if a line of numbers can mean something, did i make the right wishes or do the right actions on those significant dates? or does it matter more to take the right steps every day? (one could hope so.)

but, on the off chance that it might mean something to think about and write down the things i'd like to manifest in my life here and now while the numbers are aligned, i'm going to do so today. some of it in my art journal and a little bit here. because sometimes you're just not ready to speak all of your wishes out loud. but a couple of them won't hurt, if writing is indeed the new praying.

i'm very hopeful about my business in the year ahead. it's been slow and a bit up and down this year, but we've learned a lot and have many projects buzzing on the horizon. i want to see those to fruition and be open to where they take me.

my dad will turn 80 next year and we (husband and sabin and me) want to be there for his 80th birthday. i want us to go for his birthday and stay until new year's (that's pretty much most of december). we want to travel a bit in the US while we're there - go skiing and visit friends (and sights) in the desert southwest. i'm going to work hard to be able to afford that trip - both financially and the time off it will take.

maybe these things are really just a question of setting a goal and working towards it. what do you think? will you make any wishes today?

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a bit of bitterness on the rise of eBooks. frankly, i think we need to just get over it with this, see it as the democratization of the writing profession (what gets published is no longer determined by a closed group of elite publishers), and get writing.

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it seems russians (and probably a lot of others) are still struggling to understand americans.

if wishes were horses...

inspired by jaime's beautiful post on making a wish and a desire to think happier thoughts than yesterday's post...

i wish...

...the house was finished and i was writing this from my beautiful new "writing house" in the garden.

...there was no such thing as slugs.

...that there was really such a thing as a star trek-style transporter and i could just blink and find myself in singapore on monday, rather than flying 19 hours.

...that i could meet and hang out in botswana with mma ramotswe from the #1 ladies' detective agency.

...that i could really fly like i do in my dreams.

...that i could stop being such a horrible procrastinator.

...that i could go wild asparagus hunting with my mom...

...and hunting for morels with my dad. right now.

...that i could wander a ruin and feel the ancient winds of time blowing over me, washing me in the echoes of the memories of all of those who once walked there.

...that i was lying on the bridge in the pasture down by the lake, looking up at the stars, listening to the frog song from the creek below and feeling the warm breeze of a summer evening wash over me as i breathed in the smell of prairie grass.

...that every parent of every child in the world cherished that child and enabled them to grow into the person they were meant to be.