A New Canvas

The best thing about starting over, is that you dont actually have to start at the beginning of your life, or at the start of a new season or a new year, you start over whenever you want, whenever you need.

I remodeled my room today, i was just tired of it looking like a hurricane blew through. So im picking up clothes and random hair scrunchies when i decide to take all my pictures of the wall. So here i am ripping down newspaper articles, pictures from magazine, and actual paintings from my wall. Finally, paper and pictures surround my feet and the floor and i look up at the wall, a clean wall. A clean canvas, a new beginning.

Its like when your buying something, and your seriously like a dime short, and your digging through your pockets and bags and you can only for some reason find 9 pennies, and there isn't any on the floor, when you know everybody just leaves pennies.. well not today. The penny man came and took them all up. So your looking like the lady who left her wallet at home and brought every bag in her closet, but no money to pay for them. So you recount your nine pennies, and realize that one looks shinier than the others, so you stick it up to your eye like your blind and, yepp! there it is, that dude thats on the dime, that isn't Abraham Lincoln. So you proceed to scratch off the dirt and the coverings to see that its a dime, so all you had to do was rub off the gunk, and it would shine.

That was my wall today, the uncovering of a new identity. A new start, a clean start to whatever is ahead. And its the fact that when i look at the wall, its clean and i can see the room i live most of my life in. I can see the chipped paint, the nail holes and the makeup smudges on the walls.

Not all clean starts are blameless and perfect, some have a little pieces chipped off, but its okay. Because the best thing about chipped pieces, is finding something new to fill it in and make it whole again.

So here is to New Years, New Starts, and a can of paint!

Happy 2011:)

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Bold Strokes

No one can ever make you feel inferior without your consent. -Eleanor Roosevelt.

Our bodies, and the way we were created is so complex and so creative. It amazes me how the body takes and handles certain things, and how we can create something so beautiful like babies, but then on the other hand turn around and create destruction with those same bodies, with those same hands that we held life in, we can take it away. We all have choices, and the choices we make determine the future of us, and the people around us. We pass people everyday, see people everyday and we don't think twice about them. That the random lady you took the elevator with at the mall, who you'll probably never see again has a family, and a life that for that one moment included you, that your lives connected, if only for seconds. 

This is a pretty short blurb of thought i had, but its something i think about a lot. What if we cared about all those other people around us? That the choices we make in life could affect them, positively or negatively. We live in a selfish, uncaring world. We need people who care, who care enough to make a choice to care.

Maybe if we chose to care about all those billions of people surrounding us, and not just our own personal lives, then maybe we would get the answers to the questions were always asking, maybe we will accomplish the things we were born to accomplish, maybe we will learn how to give life, instead of always taking it.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

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First Strokes

    

        Ive often wondered why people always talk about how they want to make a difference. How they would like to change the world, but when given the chance to use their voice, to speak out and to let loose the thoughts they have so longed to voice, they choke up. People kinda always choke up. On simple things, on stupid things, on serious things, and on smart things. I'm just tired of everyone choking, so i have learned how to do the Heimlich and am certified in CPR, and I'm ready to start saving some peoples lives, and getting them to spit up their word vomit and say something about the world and the things around them. If you would like to learn how to save an actual choking person and not just a metaphor , i believe they have classes to show you how to properly dislodge a carrot from a choking human being within 4 feet of range.

But if you actually want to see the people of this world stop coughing like they inhaled a cat, welcome to my blog. :)

Finger painting is not only a lovely hobby, its a form of expression. And the preconceived idea that its only for three years old's has never actually finger painted. Finger Painting is all about YOU, not your mother, not your dog, not your bag of Reese's. Its all about you, and how you feel, how you move and what you want to create. So since its about you and you alone, why do we let stupid people help us finger paint. Chances are, their fingers looks nothing like your's and are either fatter than your fingers, which creates the 'oops i dropped the whole jar of paint on my paper' effect, or you get the needle bone fingers, which looks like someone took a string and drug it across you paper and says" look! i wrote your name!" Ahem, no. Nobody has your fingers or your creativity. So stop letting other people paint your pictures. All my blog is about is mey voice, and the way i paint, the way i see the world around me, the way i take the odd pieces of life and fit them together. Its all about me getting my voice heard, putting my fingerprint on society and doing something about the things i feel opposed or passionate about.

So you should check out my "Heart Painters" and see the people i hold close, and the crazy awesome things they do to make their voice heard.

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