13 hour film shoot across state.
The last one: about synchronicity. It's a term I never knew until starting my Artistic Journey a few months back. You know, there is a lot of beauty and detail along with acknowledging that somewhere, some type of energy, or matter, or force, that is listening, and likes to play, likes to put in little "I told you so" jests that turn into a wonderful positive reality. It can be freaky at first, how our own little planets seem to align perfectly, but instead of feeling scared that things are "too good to be true", most of us can't be in the moment, and be grateful, it's easier to be scared. It's easier to say "this won't happen forever, this is just luck."
Try to think about this... What if, things happen, good things... DO happen to good people? We are our own worse critic, we judge and beat the shit out of ourselves when we hit the mark just under perfection in our craft. We're even worse to ourselves. So, instead of using our spirit as a punching bag, why not embrace the spirit and let it just do it's thing? When we allow ourselves to extend and branch out, without fear, taking a leap of faith in ourselves... fuckin hell, shit does happen. Like Never Never Land, "seeing isn't believing... Believing is seeing."
Happy for the last two days. Happy for the woman I am growing into. Happy for the surrealism, a glimpse of a dream I always hoped would come true.
Life is about the self, in ourselves and the self in others. Not just humans, just embracing all life, even when the stage of death happens... this is a great dimension to feel and live in. And for those who have been sticking around for the previous thoughts... you know this is a big fuckin deal in Clark World.
It's ok to be happy in the moment. It's ok to accept the ebb and flow of energy, without negative energy, there is no 'positive energy.'
Maybe someday this dream will become a recurring reality and the smile remains a giggled-grin.
Right now, I am so grateful to be so elated, so entranced, so feeling like I should be tripping.
I have to get some sleep soon.
Stuff to do tomorrow, matters of life, death, music, and hopefully, beer.
But, point is, ALLOW yourself to be caught in the moment that feels so fuckin good you never want to let it go. Who said you have to? It's our fear that pulls us away from thinking we deserve such a feeling,
My furry children are mad at me for being away, Unlike some people, they have nooooo problem shredding something out of spite.
Haven't gone to the dramatics yet, but they are their Mother's furry children. Dramatics are insued.
I'm in love.
And I allow myself no fear, only joy to feel so much about the love I can now curl up to and trust.
Love yourself. Love others. Life is too short to go on living in fear, in doubt, in insecurity in ourselves.
Let's fuckin party til the snowpocalypse devours us.