Only,I just couldn't find the mojo--so I cleaned my studio instead. And lo & behold, these patterns kept bugging me--pages of random patterns & neon paint; my apartment in Paris has this very wallpaper in the bedroom.
(That is if I had a Parisian apartment...but what the hell as long as we are using our imaginations...)
Instead of sewing a replica of SJP's ballgown (I swear some day I will recreate that damn minty thing, and WEAR it. ), I tried to journal every day. Some days it was one page, others 3 or 4. Regardless, I find (found) the "Woosa" everytime.
The word of 2013: "Woosa"
(I don't do resolutions 'cause surprise, surprise, I never finish them.That list thing sends me over the edge staring @ me to complete it. Blah.)
Instead I'll choose a magic word-a reminder word, a conscious state of mind to revert back too.I vow to find the "woosa" in every day.
(It's a verb, but I've deemed it a noun for this year.)
One of the things I've also learned (but have a hard time practicing) is summed up by this: "Your light cannot shine brighter unless you share it with other people."
Just to start practicing the art of the share & the almighty woosa that was attained while doodling, You can click HERE. to see more journal pages.
No judging and if you are, I simply don't want to hear about it. I swear and I scribble. Enough said.
Which leads me to the last of my 2013 awareness challenges; to be a dynamic woman who owns her shit, deals with it, and stops apologizing for it.
Get your word of the year ready...we've got some growing to do.
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