Follow your own path

I've been struggling with anxiety and fear lately. I just have so many questions and so many life decisions that I'm making right now and I guess I've been letting the pressure of it all get to me a little. Sometimes I wish that I had arms that were stronger than mine to crawl into and feel safe for a moment, someone to bounce my ideas off of, but I don't. I'm not even sure that I would know how to let myself do that if I did. I just know that it is taking every bit of strength that I have not to bury my head in the sand and escape - to not just let everything fall apart around me. However, this is all causing me to dig very deeply and I think that is always a good thing and maybe even the purpose of this part of my journey.

Carl Jung called it the Individuation Process - where one must dig deep into their own psyche and carve out their own beliefs and convictions about themselves, their god and their life. This process happens not just once in life but throughout life. Joseph Campbell talks about "Crossing Thresholds" from the old person and life into the new person and life, believing that the unwillingness of a person to cross these thresholds is what causes a person to become neurotic. In ancient India (and maybe now, I don't know) the person having crossed over an emotional, intellectual or spiritual threshold will change the way that they dress to outwardly express the changes that have occurred within. Then there are The Arthurian Romances with the definite theme of following ones own path. A belief was fostered through these stories that if you were on a path and realized that someone else had already taken this exact path, then you were not on your own path at all and needed to change course in order to live authentically. Ah ... the idea of truly living authentically is romantic is it not? And what a lovely ideal to hold. I'm learning that it has its price but in the end I believe it will have been worth it.

I should be doing homework but . . .

Sometimes I wonder if I will die old and alone in this apartment. It's not so much a fear as it is a thought that I find myself pondering from time to time. I imagine how this place would look after living in it for the next fifty years. I've always related to that reclusive character in stories. You know the off the wall hermit who is never understood in their own time but decades or centuries later even, after all of their journals are read, is considered to be a genius or the ultimate visionary? A woman needs her dreams. Anyway, between the book that I am reading about the the role that our consciousness plays in the universe and the passing of a dear family friend, my mind has been preoccupied with questions about life and death - mostly death. Not just the average inquisitive questions but the kind that take all of your beliefs and turn them upside down and inside out. I actually enjoy this process, for the most part. It keeps me on my toes and helps me to understand things. Some people may believe that asking peculiar questions and seeking out their answers is the same as lacking faith, but I think that just the opposite of that is true. How else can you understand the arcane without diving straight into the unknown and finding your own answers to your own questions? Doesn't that actually take faith? Our minds are so amazing, why would anyone settle for a blanket answer to life's toughest questions and why would they fear any theory or fact for that matter?

On a lighter note, after a year of keeping myself "off the market" (I really hate that term) I'm definitely ready to start dating again . . . definitely. It has become increasingly obvious that I have way too much time on my hands.

birthday LOVE

I had an impromptu birthday celebration on Wednesday night. Three of my girlfriends and I met downtown at Eva's for dinner. (Christina & Shae)

We ordered and shared several different tapas plates while listening to my new favorite local musician, David Williams. A couple of us had been wanting to try this restaurant for awhile and finding out that David plays on Wednesday nights sealed the deal. At least it did for me!

(me - apparently I looked as tired as I felt.)

I was completely surprised by this gift from Christina and Steph. Christina knew this was one of my favorite of Steph's photographs and Steph framed it and even presented it with a bow. Which she kindly retied so that I could take this picture. I want to fill the wall of the entryway with nice photographs. Now I have a starting point.My friend Natali couldn't make it to dinner but she had this work of art waiting for me at the coffee shop. It's "The Hermit" from the tarot. She chose it because I'm a little homebody. Her friend wood burned it and then painted it. The detail she uses is amazing.

What a wonderful birthday! I felt so appreciated and loved.

Saturdays are for junk shopping

Christina picked me up yesterday morning and we went to breakfast at my favorite breakfast restaurant, The Park Cafe. They make the best Huevos Rancheros I have ever eaten. Homemade black beans and the tastiest breakfast potatoes in the state.

Afterward we went junk shopping! We hit a couple of places but abode was the first. This little place is right up the street from me. We are literally on the same street. I could walk there in about 10 minutes or less. It's small but it is packed full of treasures and the owner Mariam is so friendly and welcoming.

I found this polka dot bulletin board there and had to get it. I've been meaning to move my red desk from the living room to the entryway and the new board gave me incentive. I can finally mark at least one decorating task off of my list. Next I'm painting the desk black and then distressing it.

The brothers came over later in the afternoon and worked on my car. I made a scrumptious dinner and salad (sorry Stacey, no pictures of the food). We all ate, drank wine and laughed for the rest of the evening. Good times.

Phew!

Sometimes I feel like 2009 just kicked the tar out of me. I really am not sorry to see it go. I'm tired and I hope to God that my dreams and heart are reborn this year. I'm not the woman that I was before ... that's for sure. Growing is hard but I trust myself more than I ever have and that's important. ♥

A little decadence never hurt anybody

I think of my late grandpa every time I come to this bakery. My grandma use to warm a danish for him in the oven every morning. At least every morning that I was ever there. She would wrap it in tinfoil and stick it in the oven and then call him to the table when it was done. I bought two cheese danishes yesterday and warmed one of them up, just how grandpa liked them, right when I got home.

Caffeine and sugar, mmm...the American way! This morning I was only able to partake in caffeine because I downed the second danish around midnight last night. *sigh* In hindsight I would have only eaten half.

2010 I Like You Already

Wednesday night I met a friend downtown at the library for a poetry reading. This library is one of my favorite places to visit in Salt Lake City. Combine it with poetry and I'm a very happy woman!

We listened to poets who were published in the independent poetry journal, Sugar House Review. It is a semiannual publication of some very talented Utah poets - one of whom I hope to become. I'm definitely going to make an effort to get published this year. I'm excited to learn of another publication highlighting local talent.

Isn't this building impressive? This photo was taken from the east entry of the vestibule. All along the right are shops, including an art gallery and a small deli. On the lefthand side is a coffee shop and the entry into the library which has a total of four levels. Four levels of BOOKS!? That my friends, is a modicum of heaven in my world.

Making a life...

This past year has been so incredibly hard. To feel things that you don't know how to express and have the object of those feelings give up on you and move on is among the most difficult of feelings I have ever had to endure. I had no idea I could cry so much...hurt so much. I hate that I seem to have been cursed with such insecurity, such shyness, especially toward the opposite sex. Fuck... I feel so broken. When will this go away?????????????????????

hokay!

My life has been slightly interrupted the last couple of weeks because my car broke down (shocking!). We thought it was just the battery and my brother replaced it only to have the timing belt go out a few days later, in the middle of a snow storm, while driving home from work one night. Jesus, my car (cleverly named by my brothers because it keeps resurrecting from the dead) was kind enough to wait until I was coming onto the off ramp of the freeway. Right when I was giving myself kudos for not having a panic attack while driving in the storm, on the freeway, in the dark - he died. No warning at all. My cell phone battery also died so I trucked the two miles home, on foot, in the snow storm. The strange part? I kind of enjoyed the walk...

On New Year's Eve, Christina took me to get my car out of impound. Yeah, that whole "You have twenty-four hours to get your car off of the road" all lies. Anyway, after that we hung out and ate pizza and watched movies. She also helped me pick out images for this collage project that I'm working on. I got the idea from my sister. She and her best friend collaged a life size mannequin a couple of years ago. One of my resolutions is to improve my vocabulary. I'm making myself flashcards and they really are helping me retain the information more quickly. I'm such a dork.

This is Pascal the Parrot, aka Little Chicken Man. Another resolution is to spend more time handling him. He's a sweet little guy who I know would be an absolute lover if I held him more. He's currently entertaining me by barking like the neighbor's dog.


And now, the lovely purse that Mumsey made! I really dig tartan and red is among my most favorite colors. It is also huge so I can pretty much put my entire life in there.

Finally there is Gisele .... She's on a diet for the new year. She just doesn't know it yet.

♥

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