Lately, I have been enjoying my wings. The ones that never disappear. Even under all the black there is the glitter. I look like Violet and I think like Claire.
faeries, pure white, winter stars, whimsical crafts, lots of dancing, exploring
I have to fill my mind with these things. It's important to remember my wings this time of year.
Rainy and dark today. Saturday was cloudy and I woke up depressed without even knowing it was cloudy. I have seasonal affective disorder and have just kind of lived with it for many years. Texas has mostly sunny winters so it wasn't as hard to combat, but here, the clouds roll in and stay a spell. A very long spell, or what seems long to me. I think a week of gloomy weather could drive me insane. I felt that way Saturday. I knew something had to be done if I was already feeling horrible in November.
I saw an ad in the Metropulse for a place called Green Earth Emporium selling salt lamps. I had read about the lamps in the past. They are supposed to be good for a number of reasons, one being that they release negative ions, which boost energy levels, get rid of headaches, clean the air, etc. I have also read that the glow is beneficial for people with s.a.d. It may all be hocus pocus, but I'm willing to try. And if nothing else, it's quite nifty looking. Also, I can't afford light therapy lamps at this time. It might be something I need to invest in though.
The highlight of my Saturday was the French Market. A new cafe in downtown Knoxville. I was super impressed to find out that they import their macarons and petite fours from Paris every week. Of course I had a stack of macarons! Delicious and everything I had always imagined. I also had a cup of hot cinnamon spice tea, which was perfect for a cold day. Luc had a smoked salmon crepe and he was equally impressed. The French Market also serves as a French gift boutique and flower shop. A really lovely place that I will visit often.
Sunday was a different story. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect blue. Warmer. I took the dog for a walk and let him sprint and jump through the grass. I wanted to lie in the grass and watch the sky. Swim in all the blue.
The title of this post comes from Enya's new album of the same name. I have always been an Enya fan and found this album to be exactly what I needed. It's supposed to be a Christmas album, but can be listened to at any time of year, as it has mostly a winter theme and not overly holiday-ish. I like it because it helps me to embrace winter. I listened to it on Sunday whilst making Christmas presents.
I was going to write an enigmatic post about something I discovered about myself today, but realized it would be just that - enigmatic, and no one would understand or care. Therefore, I will save it for the pink, personal journal that sits by my bedside. And maybe if I get it worked out in my head I will share. Why am I telling you this? I don't know. Filler.
Anywho, what have I been up to lately? Nothing so important as to write a blog post about. Although, I've been reading a book called Victorian London, which is pretty much all about the daily grind. The little things we shrug off as unimportant. So, I've made it a goal to talk about such things (in the pink journal) incase someone of the future is interested in knowing.
Last week I went to a conference in Atlanta, GA. It was a trip filled with firsts. -My first time in Atlanta -My first business trip -My first time to stay at a Marriott hotel (in the Buckhead area of Atlanta...super hoity toity) -My first taste of California Pizza Kitchen and Cheesecake Factory
Proof that I can look professional
A view of downtown Atlanta from my hotel window
And I must include this because it's hilarious. A picture of me looking like I'm talking to the good doc. Honestly, I don't know what I was talking about, but it's perfect, no?
You'll understand the title when you watch this short clip. Gary Vaynerchuk talks enthusiastically about doing what you love. I'm all for that. I believe what he says is true, for the most part, but here's the thing...
What if all I want to do is write a book? I don't want to freelance. I don't want to copy write. I don't want to work at a newspaper and write bland, formulaic articles. All I want to do is write a book. How is that going to pay my bills? How am I going to eat for the next 3 years? Yeah, I could go home and tell my boyfriend, "Hey babe, I'm going to quit my corporate job so I can stay home and work on my books. Will you pay my bills and pretty much everything else? That would go over well. So what's a girl like me to do?
For the time being, I am content with juggling the corporate ladder and my dreams. I don't hate my job, and it allows me time to do the things I love, so I can't complain. But I do long for the day when I can leave it all behind and focus on what really drives me - writing. I still won't write newspaper articles, though.
What do you think? Do all these talks about "living your dreams" get on your nerves sometimes?
When my lovely ballet instructor over at A Little Tea or Something wrote a post about her signature style, I was inspired to contemplate my own. I ended up making about 5 outfits that all clashed with each other and begged the question...which one *am* I??? And that led to...*who* am I? That is a complicated question for most, I think, as we are all made up of little bits of this and that. So, in the end I decided to put together a collage of all the things that describe me. And let me tell you, if I could get away with wearing that outfit on an everyday basis, I totally would :D
I'm here to report that there were no embarrassing moments during the duration of wearing this costume. It was much fun, in fact! I even got compliments from other crazies people. And no one else had my costume! Well, at least not where we were. Good times were had by all. How was your Halloween?
P.S. Head over to my flickr to see more Halloween pics.