Spring Cleaning

In my giddiness of cleaning things out, I probably got overzealous in tossing away clothing that no longer fits and is (happily) too large.  Springtime means new beginnings and holds a very cathartic feeling as you toss old things out that bind and tie you down.  Styles change. People change.  You cannot grow with so much stuff that you have to clean, sort and move just to function.  I feel like I cannot breathe when "things" start to pile up in my sanctuary.  

I currently own too many pens. Just not the one particular 'Holy Grail' pen I really, really want.   I could have gone my entire life not knowing this one particular pen exists and it makes it equally tough that my best friend taunts me with it.  I have a pen fetish. I admit it.  I must develop the discipline to not purchase another pen.  Ever.  
I own too much lip gloss too but that is not ever going to change.  


Having too many options makes it hard to make a decision. Much in the way people tend to collect "friends", how do you decide who gets your attention, your affection, your love?  

I joke about the difference between 'fans' and 'friends'.  Working in publicity, it is spelled out very bluntly for you.  When working with famous celebrities, you have to realize that even though they are nice people.....they are doing a job.  

Being a true friend isn't that hard.  It should be effortless... like the weight of a feather.  Otherwise, it is just a job.  It starts to feel like dead weight and you need to either be around them sparingly or clear them out altogether. 
 

 

Where, Oh Where, Should Lucinda Go?

I am soliciting feedback concerning my entity....Lucinda Blithe.  Her/my editor has become invisible so her/my last article was not marked or noted. Emails have not been returned. I can only imagine he is off on another adventure. He has so many different things going on. It reminds me a little of the saying "Jack of all trades/Master of none". Apparently I have been left to fend for myself.

So I turn to all of the web-a-spheres to seek enlightenment and direction.
I have always fallen into the groove between really happy and really successful. If I get ahead of myself, life has a way of stepping in and laughing at me really hard.  I am not certain what "writing" life I have left. It may just be blogging here and getting feedback from the kind-hearted souls who have helped me along this journey.  I had several projects in the works for articles. If you can think of anything that needs to be addressed, please send me an email.  I do not want to get ahead of myself but I would hate to lose all that I have invested in "ME" and us.  I would like to be helpful and not like everyone else. Horrors!

This past weekend I learned some very valuable lessons.  Never depend on someone else to make  you happy.  And take your migraine meds because you never know when someone will invite you to see a Pow-wow. Drum circles are not just a figure of speech.  I sat around the house all day Friday and managed to talk myself out of going out in public. If given the opportunity, I would never be home. Ever.  I love my house. I designed and helped build it with my own two hands but I keep hoping there is something else to see and discover just beyond that next horizon.  Like Maryland.

I also lack the enthusiasm that someone else wants me to display when I am happy. My philosophy is that if I ain't bitchin'-I be happy.  But this is obviously unsettling for someone who should know me well by now.  I am like a child.... watching and observing. I want to take it all in and reflect back upon it later. I am rarely caught up in the moment.  If I ever display giddiness, it is accidental.  I cannot afford to be giddy.  I was once caught off guard when someone gave me a gift. I wanted to cry but too many people were watching and waiting. I am rarely surprised.  I love surprises.  I am not responsible for the things that come out of my mouth at that rare moment in time.  I love that most of all.