Greetings!
This being my first post (ever) I wanted to choose a theme…or at least a word on which to focus. My first choice was Daunting but upon further investigation…ie Dictionary.com I found it to be totally wrong for this occasion:
daunt·ed, daunt·ing, daunts: To abate the courage of; discourage
This isn’t even close. I’m excited to have a journal, a way of emptying the contents of my brain and @ the same time sharing them with the world. For better or worse, I’m throwing open the widows of this (too long) self-quarantined house in the hopes that I can enable the Lord to do his work in my life. No, I think the word I want is Embolden.
em·bold·en: To make bold or bolder; hearten; encourage, motivate, inspire
God has opened doors recently that I had always hoped for in my future, but always viewed as a far away path that I had resolved to someday journey. The realization that the time to pursue these opportunities has come into the present is emboldening. I had always thought that they would be daunting, and the fact that I am not discouraged in the least but challenged, says to me that I am READY. Thank you God for preparation, mistakes, humility…
This being said, here’s my self-introduction:
I am artist, clumsy and loud. Messy and creative. I search for the best and shake off the worst. I’m drawn to color, music, exuberance, fellowship, loyalty, & hands hard @ work. I suck at mental math (if you see a pained look on my face while I stare at my hands…i’m probably counting in my head). I haven’t balanced my checkbook since 2002. I daydream…a lot.
Favorite Things (this is a ridiculous list for me b/c it’s ever-growing and never seems to dwindle. Favorite implies an elite quality to it’s contents. However, if I like something, it’s on it, so maybe it should be entitled “Good Things”- but since a certain Suzie-Homaker-Turned-Felon has already gone and coined this phrase I’ll stick with what I got)(the short list):
The smell of leather, coffee, amber. polka dots, sunlight broken by tree branches, reflected light. My dog. Lamp posts. Science Fiction. Driving. Rock Climbing & Bouldering. Dancing. Old things with a history and lots of character (like wrinkled hands, dusty books, worn leather). Coffee. My family. Adopting friends into my family. Journals (i can track my life through my journals…I have at least 50 of them). Learning new things. Coffee. Meeting new people. Good wine. Entertaining my roommates by attempting to cook (haha). Getting older (this always seems disproportionate to growing wiser of coarse). Coffee and tea from the kettle. Fenced yards. Fabrics. Finding new music to share.
Vices:
I am proud. Too much so it seems. I have problems with asking for help, though I’m getting better @ it.
I struggle with my image. As an artist, it’s almost in your training to be conscience of ones brand. However I have fallen many times into the pit of vanity b/c of it. I am constantly trying to reconcile this aspect of my personality and career.
I am messy, bordering on sloppy. This translates to many aspects of my life…my art is sloppy (luckly I’ve managed to wrangle this into a style), the state of my room and my car…I have to concentrate really hard to keep things in order. It’s a constant battle.
I have a weakness for Sci-Fi, and I worry sometimes that this could come in direct conflict with my faith. However, it does inspire my imagination and invite questions…which I whole-heartily believe that questioning my faith has only strengthened it. But i still have a healthy fear of it.
Of coarse there’s more but there’ll be plenty of time for that later…
A short disclaimer:
You can expect, with certain consistency, a lot of spelling and grammatical errors. I get wrapped up in my thoughts so easily, I often overlook the academic elements. I’m an artist not a linguist. But if I’m not going to apologize for them, I suppose I can’t expect you to forgive them. I guess the best I can hope for is a polite blind-eye.
