Sometimes I get sick of hearing myself talking. Especially when the person that wants to know what’s on my mind…doesn’t really plan to do anything with the intel.
It takes a lot for me to work up the energy to tell people when something is really bothering me. Part of the delay is me evaluating things in my own head. Are my feelings justified? Am I being fair? Have I considered all the factors? Do I have a blind spot on the matter? The other delay is a general aversion to conflict with people I genuinely care about along with the fatalistic belief/fear that when you ask people to rise to the occasion for you…they will say, “no.”
Lately I’ve been under a lot of personal stress - all manageable stuff, but cropped up at the same time, to make it more daunting. Most of what I’m battling I don’t divulge. I can’t find the desire to…talk. It feels like the talking I’ve been doing has been in vain. It keeps me going in circles that exhaust me. Evaluating. Analyzing. Rehashing. Reconsidering. Speculating. Pondering. Pontificating. And not even my stuff, either. I’m talking all of the things that get dropped in my plate like collection offerings in a church. I keep looking for someone to pass the bucket to, and somehow it keeps coming back around to me. If I barely can stand me repeating my own stupid dramas or silly mistakes or unnecessary challenges, then how am I to find the patience in my reserves to tolerate it from anyone else?
I’m just so completely exhausted of talking. And when I grow completely exhausted, it’s time to fade to black. Not for you. But for me. Sometimes it’s the truest act of loving kindness there is.
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
- Elbert Hubbard
I’m still cutting my teeth at the show/fair event element of showing my work. I’ve only just developed a comfort level with putting my work in the gallery at the studio where I rent space. Shows are equally inspiring/terrifying. This weekend’s Mother’s Day Austin Flea was insightful. This time I went in prepared, to the extent of having a blue print of my layout created before I arrived at the venue. I wound up abandoning it when I realized they gave me much more space then what was originally indicated. I was outside (which is new for me), and situated in front of some gorgeous succulents beneath a hot Austin sun. Now that you have a sense of ambiance, I’ll get to the lessons learned: Continue reading on sibbotery.com…
cat doesn’t want to get out of nice warm bath [x]
I have not tried bathing my cats yet, but I am thinking neither one would be terribly happy about it…
But this one is adorable!
I don’t even like cats. But I love this.
(Source: justjasper, via stuft)
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Sometimes I almost hate to glaze some pieces.
One of my most favorite colors is brown. I’ve read varying things regarding what that color preference says about me. All I know is, natural colors, earth tones quiet and calm me. Earth says stable. Earth says foundation. Earth means grounded.
