WINTER SALE!!! The shop is having a winter sale of 25% off all shop items. This sale will last until February 15, 2014. Get your prints now while
Listings are back up in the shop, and everything is 25% for a limited time. More items coming soon (as soon as this lady puts the coffee down and picks up some materials).
After my three-days-long shitty mood, I decided to pick up a favorite book, flip to a random page, and let the words offer me some sort of encouragement.
“Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.”
Well, that didn’t work. Although, it’s something. Why would I look to Kurt to get out of this slump? Maybe instead, today is about learning lessons.
I am one lucky girl.
When you’ve quit your job and you see that your landlord has deposited your rent check, the numbers on the screen have a physical effect on your insides. Is it hot in here?
I’m now 1 glass of wine deep, with two cats in the bed and ID on the television. The new nightly scenario. My husband calls my viewing choices murder porn. I think the worse the wine tastes, the faster you get drunk.
Showers serve two purposes: to cleanse your body and to cleanse your mind/soul. As the heat and pressure rose, becoming almost unbearable, my eyes welled up. The great thing about the shower cry is that you can keep it to yourself. There is no evidence, and all the tears and feelings behind them are immediately washed away.
Whether it was the temperature of my tiny NYC apartment-sized bathroom or the depth from which my tears were coming, the nausea came. I welcomed the feeling, thinking that maybe this was how all of my emotions would find their way out. I managed to keep it all down. I usually do.
I resigned from my job tonight. I did it while holding my husband’s hand, and then proceeded to chug a glass of wine while he laughed. He doesn’t know I cried in the shower beforehand. He doesn’t need to know.
Sometimes fortune cookies are just pieces of paper inside of a cookie. Sometimes you receive your husband’s favorite quote and he receives this fortune on the night you struggle with the decision to resign from your job. Sometimes you realize you two may have opened the wrong cookie.
Last night I whipped up some homemade “goo gone”. It was successful, and my housewife mind was blown.