One meets all kinds of people when renting rooms in their home; pipefitters, programmers, boilermakers, university students, ESL students, vacationers, web designers, carpenters, mothers, fathers, safety inspectors, labourers, painters etc…
For the most part (99%), people are kind, pay the rent on time and do offer a smile and conversation when you meet them in the common areas of the household such as the kitchen, living room or hallways. But, occasionally, things go awry and people aren’t so kind and you begin catching them in lies and then you are left being owed $600.00.
More than anything, renting rooms in one’s home teaches you tolerance. It forces you to respect other people’s privacy and beliefs.
And every so often your spirit is tested and you are placed precariously close to losing everything you worked so hard for, to achieve. Continue reading
I have not been able to write lately. In actuality, the thoughts in my head are so hurried and are far outpacing my ability to even jot them down in a coherent manner for you to read most days. So, that leaves me with drawing, gardening and working on my top secret e-commerce site.
I’m having trouble following directions, understanding them and thus implementing them.
I’ve got about 25 (maybe 2,500) major projects on the go all at once and until they are done my finances slowly slip and slide and miraculously carry me through. I’m not in debt and refuse to go into debt or even to use credit cards. My bills are all paid. I don’t know how I do it sometimes, but I do.
Family and friends and people I don’t know are coming at me from all directions and truth be told I’m close to screaming. Add to that mix, a third break up since January and I’m really through with dating all together. I just can’t bring myself to continue dating someone when we are not physically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually compatible and most importantly in love. And I’m fully aware that not everything will be perfect, but I do believe in love at first site and I do believe in getting my major needs met when in a relationship. And I know that if I’m not happy I’ll go looking elsewhere. And that, is hard to admit. Continue reading
I traveled to New River Beach yesterday with Vikki, Gus and his little guy. It was a beautiful day, albeit too cold for swimming. I had my hoops with me and spent a good hour hula hooping up and down the coastline. Vikki wondered off photographing most of the coast… Hopefully she’ll upload the photos her Flickr.
We ended the day by driving back into Saint John to the Thai Hut located inside Quality Convenience on King Street and ordering chicken Pad Thai. Yum!
Last weekend, when I decided to take some time off from Etsy I drove to Fredericton to visit with these guys at their respective houses. Put it this way, it was the first trip I planned and took by myself. And, I knocked that irrational fear right out of the water people!
I’ve been close friends with these two since first year of College, which was 17 years ago now. I hadn’t seen them in seven years but we’ve kept in touch online and lately, the time just felt right to pick up from whence we left off in real life. Each of us seemed to have our own serious life and health related issues that we were coping with and healing from during those last seven years that needing tending to. All three of us are healthy and happy these days and moving forward. We each own our own homes and enjoy the work we do too which is mighty different than the apartments we each rented and the financial struggles we each faced during the post college years.
Both Gus and Vikki studied photography at the New Brunswick College of Craft and Design while I concentrated on Graphic Design and illustration.
The photo credits go to Gustavius. He snapped them with his cell phone. The links in this post will take you to their Twitter and Flickr accounts.
Just over four years have passed since I first began blogging on March 6th, 2006. In essence I have a Bachelor of Blogging. And people are writing to me with their stories, gratitude and sometimes just to say hi.
I thought I’d share a few emails with you that I’ve received over the last few weeks from readers of this blog. They have been reproduced with permission and names changed if requested. All moved me in their own way and even brought me to tears… This is why I blog. This is what inspires me. Continue reading
1. Don’t visit the Etsy forums. EVER. period.
These days the Etsy forums resemble a mad hatters tea party on acid except everyone is serving nastiness and it’s become non-positive in every way shape and form. I can’t weed out the negative anymore. They can and will suck your creative spirit dry. As of today I will no longer peruse them. Good Bye!
2. Don’t sign up for Plenty of Fish.
I signed up last year. Then after three weeks of idiots never logged back in until two weeks ago. The idiocy has begun anew with a vengeance. To deter the idiots I made my profile mean (brutally honest). The idiots multiplied. How is this possible that such a small community as Saint John, New Brunswick is so full of rednecks! Moments ago I deactivated my account.
3. Don’t overexpose yourself to noise and crowds.
I love all the people in my life. Don’t get me wrong on this. My social life has been increasing more than I can handle both online and offline. Clubs. Parties. Weddings. Get-togethers. Family Gatherings. Drunk people. Loud Music. POF. Etsy forums. My creativity has seriously wained as a consequence. Thus, it is time to hibernate picking up and using flickr, blog and pen. I need some down time. Really. Badly. I sleep with ear plugs and my cat. I like it quiet just like that.
Just by doing those three things listed above I am adjusting my aura. To much socializing and not enough time alone to re-energize will make me sick. I learned while in treatment for anxiety and addiction that I am an introvert which simply means I need much more alone time and one on one time in small groups than 90% of the rest of the world who are extroverted and need people time all the time to re-energize.
This fact is good. This realization, that I am on the road to an unhealthy lifestyle makes me smile. Haha! Because I realize it and have pinpointed the three main sources of my anxiety. Now, I put it into practice by focusing on the good things.
I feel normal. As most normal people know when enough is enough. Much of my life I didn’t know what was enough or what was lacking. To “know” this empowers me to move into action creating masterpieces for your walls!
Life is an ebb and flow of ideas, choice and change.
In eight days I will be sober of GHB for three years. How about that!
Image credit – Aura, Acrylic painting on 2 by 2 foot board by me, Jessica Doyle. Both the original painting and prints are available in my art shop.
Anyone who sells on Etsy and has posted within the promotions section of that site’s forum also knows that within 23 seconds flat your promo post will be 6 pages deep within that section.
If you are lucky, someone else will post an item related to your item and your thread will be bumped to the top of page one again and so on and so forth to that special five post long page one visible from the homepage of the Etsy forums.
Tonight, I met babybaubbles and novelartanddesign along with a few other stray avatars. Together, we created a story and Jerry was the star of the event!
Be sure to click every link and read every line. I guarantee you will laugh out loud at least once!
Before tonight I had never spoken to either of these sellers. Novelartanddesign I had known of but had not formally been introduced to.
I love you guys!
Things have become ridiculously serious around here lately. To lighten things up I’ve put together a morbid little illustrated short just for you because I love you.
And Artist’s Tips will return tomorrow!!! Muahahahahahahhaaaaa!
I am feeling much better. Thank you.
Yes, the drawing of the little dude catching the big fish was drawn on pretty pink acid free cotton Canson paper using a Pilot G-tec C4 pen.
Have so many things ever been going on in your life that you have not a chance to breath it in and simply exhale it out. It is tantamount to life to breath in and out. It is also necessary to experience, to do, to act upon and create when one is an artist.
That last one gets me in the gut.
I don’t know why some things bring tears to my eyes easily. A word, an act of kindness and even a thank you can bring ’em on unbidden. Maybe it was this past week or two. Or maybe this past year or two. All I know is this; is that the tears are flowing not of sadness but of happiness. And it’s not about money and it’s not about being popular and it’s not about being something I not.
It could be that I feel connected. That I feel worthy? or needed? or loved? It’s an old feeling, one I felt long ago when I was a kid that seemed to ebb away for a while. I am part of something much larger than myself right now. Knowing that out there – in that vastness, that there are other entities not unlike myself who call me friend, or lover or family, sister or daughter and simply artist or emotion creator and writer brings the tears on.
All the wrongs melt away. All the hurt heals. All the abuse disappears. And it’s just me and you. For whatever reason we know each other is ok. I am so lucky to have met you and even more lucky to know you think of me when I am not there as I think of you when you are not here.
If you don’t understand, it is ok. I just want to say thank you and that I love you.
So yes, you just made my day.