Something I see a lot and still don’t understand is when people that announce they are taking a break from social media. Like they’re doing us a service, which to be fair, they might be..lol. Are we supposed to beg them to stay? “I’ll be lost without your memes!” I mean, take a break…I think we all need to do that from time to time, but is it truly necessary to make a thing of it? I don’t know. I guess it comes from growing up without internet and cell phones, but if I want to take a break, I’m just going to take one.
Loving you is like holding smoke
The counters dry, become a joke
I can’t stop wanting you
And all these things that you do
You’re like an anchor on my soul
The fear of death running through my bones
It’s so cool wind of you
I’m holding onto something new
~ Tender – Smoke
So, for the past week or so, I’ve been learning bits and pieces about PhotoShop. I know, I know, that’s all I seem to talk about. I’ll stop after this post…maybe. *giggles* My main teacher has been the ever talented, Trouble Dethly. You may have heard of him. He’s one of the co-founders of BVN. He’s the editor of Eclipse Magazine. He’s an active blogger with a unique style unlike anyone else I’ve seen. He also happens to be the SL son of Kess Crystal, who just so happens to be my SL sister. Well, Trouble has been so kind and patient with me, despite my ancientness. *glares at Trouble* Even though I backed out of two scheduled lessons, he still agreed to help me. So, after hours of guiding me through the various steps he takes to completely edit a photo, we have come up with the shot you see here. I took the photos in SL over a week ago, but we finally broke down and edited the shot the other night. I’m so happy with the results and I’m truly blessed to have had such a wonderful instructor. Thank you, Trouble…I hope I wasn’t too much trouble…tehehe.
So, on my recent rez day, a small group of friends gathered to run wild across the grid. We went to an art gallery where I clearly lost my mind, but we will not be discussing that. *laughs* We went a few places to dance. We went a few places to explore. And we went a few places to laugh. I had a great night and we ended it all sitting on top of a Motel sign (scroll all the way down to see a picture of that). While we were wilding out…we came up with a name for ourselves. The Krampus Krewe….okay, my silly ass came up with the name, but its kute, right? See what I did there? *grins* Yes, I’m feeling mischievous and I’ve got the perfect sidekick to help me out. I just love this little guy!
As far back as I can remember, I’ve heard the phrase, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” I’m just not sure that holds true with me. I’m not sure if its because I’m an Army brat or if there’s something intrinsically broken within me. If anything, the more fitting phrase for me would be, “Absence makes the heart grow stronger.” The longer someone ignores me or stays away…the harder someone pushes me away…the longer someone makes me wait…the stronger my heart gets and the less I feel the need or desire for that person in my life.
I’m pretty sure this is due to being an Army brat and constantly moving as a child. I mean, I was twelve before we moved into a home that would last us more than two years, and that home only lasted four. The next place lasted less than 3 years. I took moving around and constantly saying goodbye to people as part of life. Where I am now, I’ve lived since 2004 and I will most likely die here. It’s weird to think I won’t move again. It’s weird seeing what happens to my life when I am not constantly filtering through my belongings to reduce the amount of boxes I’ll have to move.
I haven’t been much different with the people in my life. I suppose that aside from my mother, my (ex) husband is the longest relationship I maintained and that was only because we shared a living space. Since he has moved out, we’ve barely texted. We haven’t spoken once. The longer he’s gone, the less I miss him, and the less it hurts. I suppose I trained myself to strengthen the walls around my heart as a child. I knew better than to get attached. Except now I fear its easier to let go, than it is for me to hold on.
Wild roses on a bed of leaves
In the month of May
I think I wrote my own pain
Oh don’t you
Down by the creek I couldn’t sleep
So I followed a feeling
Sounds like the vines they are breathing
And I’ve seen the way the seasons change
When I just give it time
But I feel out of my mind
All the time