STICKY-NOTES CAN SUCK IT!!!

(My love affair was short lived.)

It's been decided.

I am NOT sticky-notes. My life is NOT a small square piece of obnoxious colored paper with a slightly sticky backside visually hoarding lines of pristine beauty and telling me what to-do every time I sit down to undress my blazing SOUL FIRE. I have woken up everyday to these damn sticky-notes shouting about how much I have not yet accomplished and that I am probably some sort of wayfaring vagabond idiot for not having more self-imposed structure. Crap. It's all crap. I no longer believe in sticky-notes.

TO THE FIRE PIT WITH STICKY-NOTES! 

SToMP! STOmP! StUmP! 

BURN.

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LIFE EXPERIMENTS SERIES: Let Me Back Up

Dear Reader, 

Recently I quit my perfectly wonderful, comfortable job of 6 years in order to live fully my poetic dreams. What can I say? I felt like gambling. To be honest, it was more than gambling... it was a necessary response to the obnoxious clickety-clack in every cell stored in my being - a call to make more room, grow, challenge my fear of "going without," challenge my vulnerability.

Vulnerability. Many might think I'm crazy being a single income, single mom type. But my suspicions suggest it might be a favorable time for crazy. The world seems to be in a very dynamic all-at-once, now or never, pow-pow, jump or die or perhaps jump and die (but at least you died trying) kind of way. Sounds dramatic I know, but I can be a little dramatic, so my actions or perceptions tend to match.

Vulnerability. What I really wanted to say in the previous paragraph is that this experiment has so far, been full of surprises. Sweet insightful surprises, some very subtle, others quite pronounced. It's only been two weeks since I left the workplace, but already I've experienced a full range of emotions and responses to my new world - a world I am creating everyday. 

In the coming days, perhaps weeks... I will share glimpses of this joyful ride through writings, poetry and images on this blog and my Facebook page. To follow this thread (as I may bounce around some) click the LIFE EXPERIMENTS tag found at the bottom of this post or in the SORTING IT OUT section in the right hand column. 

Thank you for sharing this journey with me your presence is a great inspiration. 

Much LOVE, 

akka b.

LIFE EXPERIMENTS: CUT IT OUT

First one must cut out everything to have everything

First one must cut out everything to have everything

 One must make space

 Open closets

 Strip old paint

 Throw stupid shoes out the window

  

 First one must cut out everything to have everything

 First one must stop doing anything to be anything

 First one must stop being anything to do anything

 First one must cut out everything to have everything

  

One must burn degrees 

 Empty drawers

 Mop the floors

 Relieve the trunk 

  

 First one must cut out everything to have everything

     

 One must forget one's name

 One's talent

 Forget one's dreams

 The klutzy past

  

 First one must forget everything to remember everything

 First one must forget everything to remember everything

 In the absence of place there exists a space; an emptiness

  

 And a choice

 To change is to choose

 To choose is to change

  

 But, first

   

 One must...



[This post is part of the LIFE EXPERIMENTS SERIES - a tribute to leaving my job to live my dream. To follow this journey click on the LIFE EXPERIMENTS tag at the bottom of this post... all related postings can be readily found there.]

not inside

they locked me out again. dangit. 

GREAT! - my plan is working.

what this is: is what i am

  I always draw my hearts uneven. To bother making things perfect is hardly my character, had it been, this blog would never have happened. Imperfections are everywhere in these pages; misspellings, bad drawings, strange photos, horrible grammar... it's okay. Every once in a while I go backwards and tidy up in smidgens, but for the most part it lays as it lies.

  Speaking of lying... do you ever feel like you are dying? When I started this blog one year ago today that's sort of how I felt, like I had been holding something in for far too long and the holdings had become sleepings. I felt bloated, lethargic and despondent; exactly the way one shouldn't feel all the time. To be fair it wasn't all the time, it was a lot of the time, but, it was enough of the time to taste this death - - - esoterically.

  

  Drunk Love Heart was not something I pulled from the sky this day in March when I decided to deliver my heart to the world. It was and is everything already part of me, my very fabric, lifetimes of longing, seeking, hurting, loving, giving, trusting, fearing, forgetting and understanding. Not sharing one's universe makes death grow. That's why this had to be. That said, when I began this thing I had absolutely no idea what a blog was or how one does a blog and most especially WHY one would want to do a blog. But I had heard enough people say, "you should do a blog" that I guess I just knew I had to "do a blog." (That - coupled with feelings of impending doom).

  What this is: toodles and doodles and scrawlings of one sweet me.

   a voice. a vision. 

  It's very raw, not design-y... I don't know how to use Photoshop and I certainly don't know anything about html's and secret codes and such, but I do know what touches me and also... I'm very good at hearing voices that, um, I probably shouldn't. 

  What this is: is what I am.

EVERY ONE OF YOU ~ I THANK ~~~~~ deeply. 

Your receptivity makes it worth the effort. 

And fills my heart with JOY!

But I tell ya what... I would do it anyway, even with no one watching.

Because of needing to live, as much as I need to let myself die.  

---esoterically. 

Overruled & Measuring Up

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If it's a matter of measuring, well then yes perhaps a measuring stick might come in handy. Having something to measure oneself against, so one might know where one stands...or for that matter, what one is up against. But, I ask you this... does knowing what one is up against, say anything about the one who is up against it?

oh, and one more thing...

Who invented the rules... ahem, I mean ruler anyway?

And also...

How did (whomever that was) manage such straight lines?