Wie Schrijft, Die Blijft
Wie schrijft, die blijft.
[He who writes, remains.]
Powerful words.
Takes a bit of thought; those who leave their mark, remain in play. It feels like a good anthem at the moment, as I continue to struggle.
Do.
Just a little bit, even one measly little mark, is enough to remain on the board.
Back to Drawing…
Monday was my birthday, and with it came a beautiful gift. <3
My desire for a new keyboard was noted a few weeks ago and acted upon.The Elf is a happy camper, may I just say. ::smiles:: It responds beautifully, and the keys are well spaced.
Dragon & Fae Queen WIP?
I’ve had an itch to draw and use my tablet with it of course;
Strength In Numbers
She poked the embers, wishing the heat would touch the icy chill that had lodged its tendrils deep in her chest.
“This is the reason I wanted to become strong,” she told the flames. “A hunting knife to cut out their murderous hearts, and a quiver of arrows to protect me.” Drawing a steadying breath, she continued, “I half-wonder if I’d been in possession of one then, would I have been tempted to fall on it afterward.”
When is it Gas Lighting?
We are a sum of our parts, we are told.
A product of nurture vs. nature.
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Science now tells us that anxiety, and terror ~ our life experiences! ~ alter our DNA… that our past literally weaves itself into our very essence, and therefore becomes passed down to our offspring.
The good news is, nurture can correct a lot of this, although not all of it, unfortunately. So while I worry about how my high-strung nature affects my daughters in myriads of ways… that’s incidental to the issue that’s currently plaguing me.
“Why do you always have to be the victim?”
“You think the world is out to get you.”
“You always take things the very worst way.”
And yet, no, I don’t believe that.
I work hard to defend the other person and see their side; I think the only thing that’s changed in twenty years is having less energy to be choked up about their opinion when I have tried repeatedly to appease them, to seemingly no avail.
So when is it gas lighting? Or am I truly off my rocker, as it were?
A Lot Can Happen In Two Weeks
In two weeks less a day, I will be flying solo at this craft sale and I have to admit the closer the day gets, the more nervous I become. I know that’s to be expected, but it’s starting to eat up my attention, as I take stock of my inventory and decide what needs to be done to round things out.