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Now this is some serious hardware...sure to set off alarms every time I go through airport security!!! (I took this photo at last week's CT scan...and just about fell on the floor when I saw the size of these screws!)
A huge thank you to each and every one of you who have left caring comments or sent emails asking how I am doing. I can't tell you how touched I am at the outpouring of care and concern here at flickr...
Please know that I am doing really well...feeling a little more like myself each and every day. I think this is going to be a long journey...longer than I'd like...but I'm committed to returning to my previous strength and activity level.
I've come to realize that when it comes to our personal challenges, as long as we keep putting one foot in front of the other, we are moving forward...no matter how small or slow the step.
Changes.
How to let go when something isn't right.
How to let go of something that is perfect.
How to accept our lack of control.
How to move forward.
I'm waiting for 2014...to bring all the best to each and everyone of you, my World Wide friends...
Joy, peace, love, great adventures...but most of all good health...
You inspire me, cheer me on and lift me up...and for that I say thank you..
What will you do with this one beautiful life....in 2014
"Don't look back....
Something might be gaining on you.."
Satchel Paige
From April 6, 2020: I actually shot this yesterday and started editing it late last night.
The idea for this post comes from the amazingly inspirational @ssedonaa, based on a photo campaign by @i_weigh where one selects an unedited photo of them-self and writes positive things one values about them-self. So I did this, but with a twist - I used all of the following questions:
“1. what are three aspects of my identity that come to mind when you think of me?” and
“2. what is the one aspect of my personality that comes to mind before anything else?”
I also threw in several things that people have said about me since I did that survey, as well as some things that come to my mind when I think of myself, and a few things that I love doing that also define myself.
I really enjoyed making this and used the #PhontoApp to add the text.
It’s been 7 days since my last breakdown. And this photo is a part of my subverted selfie project of 2020, 97/366.
This photo was originally posted on Instagram.
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Another edit from Sunday...
Bring it on
Every shattered dream
And I'll scatter them into the sea ~ Nick Cave
Excuse me for ranting, but I am meeting the most wonderful people, I am learning so much. The possibilities are endless and it's not just VWBPE. It's doing what I love and feeling great about it! Thank you all dear friends so much, you mean so much to me and I hope I can show you how much. Thank you and Nameste'
Air Berlin
D-ABDU AB/Etihad Moving Forward c/s
c/n 3516
A320-200
Palma de Mallorca Airport
4/10/2015
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Last night at Katerina's. I happened to pull up in front about the same time as Robert did, so I gave him a hand and we talked while he brought his gear inside. I'd never been to Katerina's before and it's a beautiful place. Service was wonderful and the food looked and smelled delicious.
My friend, Solitaire Miles sang beautifully last night and was accompanied by Robert Shy on drums, Dave Gordon on piano, Jack Gallagher on bass trumpet, Brian Gephart on sax and Larry Kohut on bass. They were wonderful and it was a treat to my ears and my soul.
Thank you, Solitaire and gentlemen!
Moving days/Spring 2009: Minnie Bruce Pratt's hands; driving from our old neighborhood in New Jersey on our way to live in Syracuse, New York [northeast U.S.]
there's no where else to go but forward.
i'm human. i make mistakes, i live, i grow and i move on.
or at least i'm trying to.
school went well today.
it's nice to know you think of me.
fact #60: my favorite cereal is cocoa pebbles. i'm enjoying a bowl right now! :)
Prevention starts at home.
Read the tips below, then download the printable card to share with friends and family.
1. Eat organic and kick the can
When possible, choose organic foods and hormone-free meat and dairy. Buying products grown organically reduces pesticide use, which is good for families, farmworkers and the environment. And avoid canned foods until companies replace toxic BPA-based can linings with safe alternatives.
2. Take it easy on the plastic
When choosing kitchenware and water bottles, go old-school with stainless steel and glass. And never microwave in plastic—even “microwave-safe” plastic can leach chemicals into your food when heated.
3. Choose cleaning products that show you what they’re made of
Companies are not required to disclose ingredients of cleaners and detergents, so look for products made by companies that disclose ingredients, or make your own with things like baking soda and vinegar. For recipes check out Vassar College's Environmental Risks and Breast Cancer Program.
4. Stick with oil for pans that don’t stick, and use elbow grease to remove stains
Although there’s no denying they make our life easier, non-stick pans and stain-resistant materials can contain toxic polyfluorinated chemicals. Choose stainless steel or cast iron pots and pans, and consider skipping the stain-resistant clothes and carpets
5. Join the Breast Cancer Fund to learn the science, get more tips and take action.
- Content and image sources: Breast Cancer Fund > Reduce Your Risk > Tips for Prevention > Download Tip Cards.
- See our health posters album on Flickr.
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Moving forward è il titolo di questa edizione dell'Outdoor Urban Art Festival 2014 che si svolge nella vecchia Dogana di Roma, quartiere di San Lorenzo.
5 mila metri quadrati, al chiuso, per 15 artisti provenienti da sette nazioni differenti:
Italia (JB Rock, Laurina Paperina, Brus, Ike, Tnec, Hoek, Galo, Davide Dormino),
Francia (Thomas Canto),
Grecia (Blaqk),
Giappone (Lady Aiko),
Sud Africa (Faith47, Jack Fox),
Norvegia (Dot Dot Dot),
America (Buff Monster).
Per maggiori info: www.out-door.it/edizione-2014.php e www.facebook.com/OUTDOORfestival
(photo used for educational purposes only.) Everybody's been talking about the new film THRIVE (what on earth will it take?), Suggesting I should watch it since I often say how much I enjoyed ZEITGEIST and each addition got better. However I cant say the same about Thrive ! The Gambles have no proof of free energy ! Just their bogus research and pseudoscience. And it relies on people like David Icke and a few authors of shitty alien books (fiction writers), instead of real professionals and scientist's. They also flash frightening images up to scare you and jump on board with every conspiracy theory out there and still no proof. Thrive is a low budget sales pitch for a libertarian utopian society, that also demands a new faith in extraterrestrials and ufo's. And even sounds like a one world government being purposed. I beleive that cheap energy got the world to the war torn, starving kids with aids, melting icecap state it is, in a little more than a 100 years, and free energy will only destroy our earth and our species faster. DONT DRINK THE GAMBLES KOOLAID !!
Day 119/365
The truth is I actually wrote this quote a little bit backwards. The first line is actually the last: "The hardest thing to do is leaving your comfort zone."
For someone who lived for years (2 decades really) with a severe anxiety disorder, this quote has extra meaning. But even now, facing my doctor-fears, my health concerns... it is relevant as well.
My comfort zone is to be as self-contained as possible. The truth is that these days though, I have a lot more support available than once I did. One of the things we talked about a lot last week in therapy was using the support that I have available. My fears for my upcoming Dr. visit, the anxiety that I have about it and we talked about me taking someone with me to the appointment. For support, to keep me calm, to help ground me during the exam. A hand to hold.
My hesitation, my reluctance was palpable. I have friends that have offered to come with me to this particular appointment, but none that I would feel comfortable having with me. The whole gyno thing is just so... personal, so intimate and uncomfortable.
My mom has also offered. And Supertherapist was a big fan of that particular idea. For me though, it was a pause. I've actually declined the offer several times in the past. Because I know that no matter how much I prepare myself emotionally for this, I am going to have a hard time. This is a situation that makes me feel extremely vulnerable and honestly-- very scared.
In truth, I've not been touched--at all really- below the waist since I was molested. Aside from one "boyfriend" who rested once a hand on my thigh when I was 20, and the one pedicure in my life (which I survived but have never had any desire to repeat). Not friends, not family, no one. Not intentionally anyway. So the idea of being examined in a paper gown, so intimately, so ... nakedly... ...
I don't like feeling vulnerable (who does.) My instinct in those situations is to draw inward, rely on my own wells of strength. Not the answer Supertherapist wanted to hear. In fact she made a very valid point... and it was this point in particular that led me to ask my mom to come with me.
Being adopted... my birth family missed out on so many life events, so many moments that my adopted family got to see, got to be part of... that they get to remember. And good bad or indifferent... this "women's visit" is in itself a bit of a rite of passage too... belated as it may be, and even if I didn't need support to go through it-- is it fair to deny my mom a moment that she might otherwise have also missed?
I know that she is eager to support me in this moment. I know she's eager to support me at any moment. It's one of the most comforting things about having her, and all my birth family in my life. There is something different about the support that comes from blood.
And while I've forgiven my adopted mom for her failings, for her humanity, for the things I know she would wish could have been done differently-- maybe it's time to go to the next step and really move forward... to move forward holding another mother's hand for support, for love. I have to let go of my emotional self-reliance and accept that my family is here to support me. That they are here to love me and comfort me.
And I am so grateful for that. That after 23 years apart, we found each other, and now 6 years later... I am in a position to say-- "this is difficult for me, and I want you to be there-- I need you to be there."
This whole experience is going to be ridiculously awkward. And I know that no matter what steps I take to try and be calm and OK with this exam... I will need a hand to hold.
It's time to let that be my new comfort zone. To let my family in. To let my mom in. Because she wants to be there, and I want her there. And how blessed I am to have that in my life.
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Moving forward è il titolo di questa edizione dell'Outdoor Urban Art Festival 2014 che si svolge nella vecchia Dogana di Roma, quartiere di San Lorenzo.
5 mila metri quadrati, al chiuso, per 15 artisti provenienti da sette nazioni differenti:
Italia (JB Rock, Laurina Paperina, Brus, Ike, Tnec, Hoek, Galo, Davide Dormino),
Francia (Thomas Canto),
Grecia (Blaqk),
Giappone (Lady Aiko),
Sud Africa (Faith47, Jack Fox),
Norvegia (Dot Dot Dot),
America (Buff Monster).
Per maggiori info: www.out-door.it/edizione-2014.php e www.facebook.com/OUTDOORfestival
monsieur! crossing ze street is so dangerouse!
So it's less than 24 hours until the KOTO sponsored bike ride.
An eighty kilometre bicycle ride through the still green lakes and hills of Vietnam, to raise money for a worthy cause: the education and training of street children of Ha Noi, by an aussie charity here.
I'm all hyped up. Pumped, as Arnie says. I'm ready to kill myself doing this.
And kill myself doing this is extremely likely.Did I mention that I'm not really outdoorsy?That despite my action man exploits underwater, back on dry land, I remain the world's biggest seven stone weakling?Did I mention that I haven't ridden a bicycle in fifteen years?Did I mention that I haven't done any physical exercise at all since rowing with the british dragonboat team in Singapore four weeks ago?I did mention that just those two hours left me crippled for two days, didn't I?Did I point out what eighty kilometres is in imperial measurements? It's FIFTY MILES. When I wrote to everyone in my address book asking for sponsorship, I didn't realise this. To a Brit, every metrical measurement appears tiny. I assumed this would be something simple, like a foot or so. 80 metres. 80 centimetres. Perhaps 80 millimetres. You know, something possible?I ever mention to you that even in the gym in days of yore, the stationary bike machines were the one thing I couldn't cope with? That my thigh muscles are such flaccid dead fish of a human sinew that they usually appeared to split at the seams after just 75 repetitions of pressing down an unweighted wheel to get nowhere?Many of my good sponsors have communicated an earnest hope that I have been in training since I foolishly agreed to murder myself by two wheeled means. This is not so. My training regime has been a peculiar one. It involves food poisoning, a full week laid prone in bed, running to the toilet every hour, and eating one bowl of rice and boiled broccoli a day. I look skinnier, yeah, but fitter? Think 'The Pianist'.Have I mentioned that Ha Noi's road traffic doesn't follow any rules whatsoever? That simply crossing a road intact was a Vietnamese challenge set by one reader, here?The streets are infested with speeding mopeds, ridden to be seen, not to get from A to B, and therefore populated with the type of motorist whose mirrors are angled to check their hair is straight rather than to stay alive.The rules of the road are: the bigger the vehicle, the faster you have to move out of the way. Horns are a deafening everpresent scrum. A horn beeping replaces the indicator lights, replaces the use of brakes, alerts people to the oncoming road accident, and tells everyone that you're rich enough to have a moped. Horns beep day and night in an orchestral cacophony. Horns beeping will not save me from harm.Did I tell you that the reason I never cycled in London was because I'm not roadworthy. I was the only kid in my primary school class who didn't pass the Cycling Proficiency Test.Did I tell you that the last time I cycled anywhere, I had to ask a friend to cycle just in front of me, so I could steal the signals from her without looking behind me? Because if I look over my shoulder, I wobble ten feet to the left, then fall off the bike?That I've never yet managed to stay on the bike on a mild incline?That I have a serious problem navigating Ha Noi's streets, and have only once managed to leave my hotel without getting lost within six paces?That one of the KOTO bike rides central problems is that people with an actual sense of direction get lost year after year?Are you feeling quite how bloody foolish this bike ride will be for me yet?Nevertheless I will do this.
I will do this because KOTO is a really really worthwhile cause. I will do this because I promised my friends if they sponsored me, I would photograph my agony and embarrassment.
I will do this because having read this promise, my sodding bloody over-generous friends committed more than $800USD in just 48 hours, if I kill myself on Saturday.
Every mile I ride, every muscle I tear, every ragged gasp I breathe, every pained tear I shed, every tendon I split will be recorded for their delectation.
And it will kill me.
"if you're not willing to be changed by a place, there's no point in going."
If you're willing to add to the sum raised by my death, and are titillated by the thought that KOTO will sell you pictures of it, please leave your email and your sponsorship promises in the comments below.
Roll call of esteemed sponsors:
Russell Braterman, Germany, Eroica from Frogstar World, NZ, Looby from Gay Nazi Sex Vicar ..., UK, Francesca from End Message, UK, Vikki Tomlinson, UK, Martin from Web Frog, UK, Tess from Bored and Broke, Northern Ireland, Duch, UK, my mum and dad, UK, Margret Smith, Spain, Ruth Gilburt, UK, jatb, UK, Will of Moving Forward, Mexico, Tim Worstall, UK, Karen from Secret Walk, Phillippines, Robin Brzakalik, UK, my sister, UK, Paul from Noxturne, USA, Paula Newark, UK, Fishboy from Effing the Ineffable, Australia, Pete Connolly, UK, Yidaho from kitchensunk, UK, Bloom from Tales from the Chalkface, UK, Madeleine Minson, Sweden, Emma from Etcher: A Print Maker's Diary, UK, my mum's boss at work, UK, Terry of More Coffee, Less Dukkha, UK, Mike of Troubled Diva, UK, Nicole Hammond, UK.
Killers, all of them.
Picture Summer day 23.
had to look up how to make a paper boat then let it float in the bird bath in the rain.
row, row, row your boat!
these last few assignments have been hard for me. glad to have finished today!
Years of never photographing chicks with balloons, and all of a sudden I have two completely unrelated balloon chick shots on the same roll.
And why did I never think of motion blur in front of bokker blur before?
I was just sitting there. Breathing. Nothing more and nothing less. You could hardly call it living.
It makes me sad.
I thought I returned from all this. I thought I made a comeback. Sadly, this wasn't the case.
Everything is temporary.
I'm so indecisive and picky. Slowly, my mood began to lighten. For some reason, I wasn't yet ready for it to do so.
Ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful.
As if I'm the absolute center of the universe and nothing will ever live up to my expectations.
I've secluded myself and pushed a dear friend away. I feel it's my fault entirely.
I'm merely a body and seem to have lost all feeling.
This isn't right. This isn't what's meant for me.
I'm going to do this for myself. I'm going to get up and live.
Take 2.
Take 2. Breathing. Living. Feeling. Mission complete.
For the first time, I now feel free and real.
I'm moving forward.
"sometimes a silence seems
so loud to me
and i'm thinking out loud
and i'm trying to keep
too much reflection
isn't healthy for me
present and future
is where i need to be
but i'm stalling this story
i'm gonna fill it with glory
cause theres no place to go but up
and i'm changing my outlook
cause looking inwards
isn't always a good place to go"
This is the most perfect song.
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Attachment to things drops away by itself when you no longer seek to find yourself in them. - Eckhart Tolle
More Eckhart Tolle Quotes and Sayings
Picture Quotes on Letting Go & Moving On
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
Original photo credit: Kei Rothblack