I have a complaint or more like a pet peeve. I really dislike when people, especially women, try to be someone else. When they don’t embrace their own unique beauty and try to fit into a mold. The current mold I see everyone trying to fit in is the corsetted (waist trainer) waist, big butt, full body makeup, hair extension, overdrawn lips of the Kardashians.
Brain dumping has freed me up from the confines I had placed on myself about what is a journal and what is a list. It allows me to just get it all out and down on paper. It gives me power over my own thoughts and helps to curb my anxiety. By spending a few minutes each morning and/or evening writing down everything that is on my mind, I can free up my thoughts to concentrate and focus on the activities of the day.
Coat of arms
protects against more than rain
Hand me down coat
coat of many colors
turned into a Christmas Special
entertainment for the masses
One of the most important things I tried to get funders to understand was that tangible assets did not make a nonprofit run. Computers, paper, books, markers do not make a community center run. It is wonderful to find funders who will cover the costs of these items but the real work is done by the people. People who have families to support. People who need to get paid. Not only people but things like overhead costs of rent and utilities on the buildings. Money for transportation and childcare.
When I read the Just Jot January prompt for today, the first thing that popped into my head was the robot on Lost in Space. Lost in Space was one of my favorite shows as a child. So I went in search of a Youtube video or something to share in this post for those of you who have no idea what Lost in Space was. Here is a clip I found:
I have noticed that the older I become the faster time moves. I remember when I was young it seemed like days lasted forever and I couldn’t wait to be a grownup. Well, being a grownup is not all that it is cracked up to be. I really miss those days of no bills and frivolous worries like do my socks match my outfit or if a certain person is going to sit next to me today, but I digress… Ah to be young again. I wish that I had savored that time more. Now it seems that no sooner do I wake up then it is time to go to bed again leaving me with a long list of things I wanted to do today undone.
Spider veins run up her thighs and disappear somewhere under her skirt. She hates this uniform. She hates this job. She hates the smells and the noise. Most of all she hates the guys in the back. They are always screwing up her orders and causing her to lose tips. Tips are what she lives on, because God knows no one can make it on a waitress salary.