First of all, I’m a delight.
Second, how do you write about something that deeply changed your life without sounding like a jerk?
Third, yep…I absolutely meant density.
“One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries.”
― A.A. Milne
Something has happened this week that made me lose my words. Nothing physical, as all is well there, but more like…honestly, I don’t have language for it. Maybe interpretive dance, or some equally performative display.
Just an FYI, this is the faery that will tell the pixies to come tie knots in your hair if you decide to nab any of my words or art. You’ve been warned.
In this whole new way of seeing things, I’ve decided to tell some deeper tales, share more poignant experiences, and just let all the things out into the open.
Along with that you will learn about growing up with parents who came from a long line of bad data. You see…we all try so hard to put our best self out there – the best image, the best words, the best creativity – but we also get caught in the need to be seen. It’s a slippery slope this digital community we’ve made.
For more years than I’d like to admit, my desire to keep stuffing my octagon shape into a rhombus receptacle isn’t working. It never was, but by golly I was going to keep trying. “Don’t give up. Winners never quit and quitters never win.” Just an FYI, those phrases are about as helpful as a wet paper towel for drying your hands. But those are the message we get, along with how to be the person everyone wants you to be.
But I’m rambling, and we’ve had yet another power outage. It’s how it is around here. One day it’s the internet, the other day it’s the power, and trying to plan my work around the whims of the technological universe is like trying to win the lottery.
More soon, I promise. Just digesting all these changes whirling around, that were unexpected and have me contemplating some things with a whole new perspective.
Until next time…much love,
Kim
Kim Upton 