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Sometimes, I would feel depressed and lonely “inside my door”, just like falling in the dark. However, this time when I expressed these feelings through drawing, I found that I could look straight into the dark and feel secured.
I used my fingers to touch and paint by soft pastel, just as touching my feelings directly. Even though it was a really weak moment and I couldn’t stop my tears, I can stay with myself. It brought me more courage in the dark.
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...I just feel like a little ship in the great wide ocean.There are many litte things around me but I just see the whole big thing.So I just don´t know what to do, when I feel like this.I know it´s a bit weird but it´s just how I feel at the moment..
I have never been suicidal. I'm not one to find solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle (although I enjoy a martini just strong enough to give me a good night's sleep). I am not prone to being overly dramatic. I don't tend toward anti-depressants, painkillers, or anti-anxiety drugs. LIke everyone, I get depressed, anxious, overwhelmed, angry, tired, sad, and fed up. But generally, after a good cry, a stiff drink, a sweaty run, or a few hours to myself, I'm back at the grind of the day.
Sometimes, though -- just for a moment -- I understand. The feeling is fleeting. In fact, it's so quick that when I try to hold onto it for the sake of analyzing it, it disappears quicker than I even want it to. But it's there just for a moment: the understanding of why people do find solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, or the end of a needle. For a hot second, when the rush of life is coming at you like a freight train, and you can feel your hair blowing back, it's there and I get it. Then it disappears, and I can't get it back. I go back to not understanding the feeling of hopelessness. I go back to wondering why people cannot get through. But what I have come to understand in 48 years is that for some, that feeling is everlasting, always there, at the back of their mind. It's not fleeting. It does not go away. It lingers there, waiting for them.
I am having a shit day. I could complain, but what good would it do. I need more space (literally and figuratively), and more hours in the day, and I'm not likely to get either. I know this. I also know there's nothing anyone can do. So I will take a longer walk than usual, ignore everyone but the children, put on a smile, and be OK. I will think about people far less fortunate than I and I will feel just a little ashamed of feeling bad. I will not get a loving response from my family because they don't get me and they live in a world to self-focused to understand. I will be angry at first, and then I will get over that, too.
And next week, I'll put on a suit, get kids off the school, go to work, draft demand letters and privacy policies, make dinner, mop the floors, read ingredient labels, read bedtime stories, worry about money, bill hours, call clients, do laundry, make dessert, dry tears, dress kids up for picture day, ignore the dust bunnies, clean the toilets, change the sheets, and be grateful for what I have (which is a lot), even if I cannot see it today. That's how the story always goes for me. I am predictable. I can count on myself to get over things, never drive drunk, and take a break when life gets hard, but just a little break. And today, I'm out of time.
I have never been suicidal. I'm not one to find solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle (although I enjoy a martini just strong enough to give me a good night's sleep). I am not prone to being overly dramatic. I don't tend toward anti-depressants, painkillers, or anti-anxiety drugs. LIke everyone, I get depressed, anxious, overwhelmed, angry, tired, sad, and fed up. But generally, after a good cry, a stiff drink, a sweaty run, or a few hours to myself, I'm back at the grind of the day.
Sometimes, though -- just for a moment -- I understand. The feeling is fleeting. In fact, it's so quick that when I try to hold onto it for the sake of analyzing it, it disappears quicker than I even want it to. But it's there just for a moment: the understanding of why people do find solace at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, or the end of a needle. For a hot second, when the rush of life is coming at you like a freight train, and you can feel your hair blowing back, it's there and I get it. Then it disappears, and I can't get it back. I go back to not understanding the feeling of hopelessness. I go back to wondering why people cannot get through. But what I have come to understand in 48 years is that for some, that feeling is everlasting, always there, at the back of their mind. It's not fleeting. It does not go away. It lingers there, waiting for them.
I am having a shit day. I could complain, but what good would it do. I need more space (literally and figuratively), and more hours in the day, and I'm not likely to get either. I know this. I also know there's nothing anyone can do. So I will take a longer walk than usual, ignore everyone but the children, put on a smile, and be OK. I will think about people far less fortunate than I and I will feel just a little ashamed of feeling bad. I will not get a loving response from my family because they don't get me and they live in a world to self-focused to understand. I will be angry at first, and then I will get over that, too.
And next week, I'll put on a suit, get kids off the school, go to work, draft demand letters and privacy policies, make dinner, mop the floors, read ingredient labels, read bedtime stories, worry about money, bill hours, call clients, do laundry, make dessert, dry tears, dress kids up for picture day, ignore the dust bunnies, clean the toilets, change the sheets, and be grateful for what I have (which is a lot), even if I cannot see it today. That's how the story always goes for me. I am predictable. I can count on myself to get over things, never drive drunk, and take a break when life gets hard, but just a little break. And today, I'm out of time.
In between fit throwing, yelling "no!", and grabbing toys away from our toddler guests, we do find moments to laugh.
It's hard to say whether it's the rain, the teething, the hurt eye, or the sheer toddler-ness, but today was a challenge.
Sometimes in Prague
Created by Joshua William Gelb and Stephanie Johnstone
Featuring:
Jess Almasy as Ryan
Leah Goldstein as Joanna
Chris Lind as Alex
Jenni Lawton as Waitress/Swing
Danielle Sacks as Melissa
With Music Direction and Additional Music by Scott Thomas
Band:
Hiroyuki Matsuura on drums
Frank Rathbone on lead guitar
Nate Stevens on bass
Crew:
Assistant Director: Sophia Schrank
Stage Manager: Tegan McDuffie
Visual Media: Jean Ann Douglass
Sound Design: Ryan Maeker
Lighting and Set Design: Ben Kato
Costume Consultant: Julie Saltman
Social Media Guru: Dave McGee
Produced by Magic Futurebox and Rusty Ring Thelin
for the Soho Thinktank Ice Factory Festival 2011 at 3LD
Photo by Beth Wexelman
Body: Legacy v1.4
Head/Furry Parts etc:Cerberus canis, Chimera fluff ears,AP feety peets Digi, Luciferian horns
Eye Textures/Color:mesh and texture anomaly II
Skin/Modpack: marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Yaseillar-IshiF-E-M-A-L-E-Om...
Hair: Ayashi- Akihiko
Makeup: N/A
Nails:N/A
Tattoos: N/A
Outfit: Lunar Miki top,Lunar chanty shorts
Accessories:N/A
Backdrop/Scene items etc: Foxcity
Poses: Lumipro
Landmarks to Events/Stores:https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/210174
RECETA
Ingredientes:
- 2 pimientos rojo y amarillo
- 350 g de carne molida
- 1/2 cebolla
- 1 huevo
- 50 g de queso parmesano rallado
- Sal y pimieta
Preparación:
1. Cortar en anillos los pimientos, reservar puntas.
2. Cortar la cebollay el resto de los pimientos en cuadritos.
3. Mezclar la carne, la verduras y el huevo. sal y pimienta.
4. Rellenar los pimientos.
5. En un sartén antiadherente poner los pimientos por ambos lados hasta dorar.
5. Llevar al horno a 180ºC por 30-40 min hasta que la carne esté cocida.
6. Sacar poner queso rallado encima y volver al horno hasta que el queso esté dorado. Servir.
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RECIPE
Ingredients:
- 2 red and yellow peppers
- 350 g ground beef
1/2 onion
- 1 egg
- 50 g grated Parmesan cheese
- Salt and pimieta
preparation:
1. Cut the peppers into rings, reserve tips.
2. Cut the onion and the rest of the peppers into small squares.
3. Mix the meat, vegetables and egg ,salt and pepper.
4. Fill the peppers.
5. In a non-stick skillet put the peppers on both sides until golden brown.
5. Bake at 180ºC for 30-40 minutes until the meat is cooked.
6. Remove grated cheese on top and return to the oven until the cheese is golden brown. To serve.
Sometimes customers have the best ideas: the feet and beaks on these penguins are lighter/paler orange than I usually do and I think it looks great!