Epiphany Week?

I have had lots of great ideas this week already.

An awesome idea exploded from me today when I was helping a friend set up a new bed frame that does not have a headboard and an unusually large amount of space between the mattress and the wall.

USE THESE!!

Ok, so I just did a google image search and someone already thought of the old wood pallet headboard thing. Damn. At least I thought of it for myself. That counts for something.... right? RIGHT?!

Epiphany Day

I had a dream manifest itself to me today.

While I was at work (Shining Star Waldorf School), I started thinking about how I could get more hours, be more involved, make this work job work better for me. This lead me to thinking about how I would run my own Waldorf school. I got really excited. I started planning, because that's what I do when I get excited. I imagined a whole life for myself I had never thought to create before. I filled positions with friends and people I know, my mind designed a beautiful indoor and outdoor space all within a matter of seconds.

It's amazing what a mindless task like making tea or tidying up a space can do. I actualized this dream talking to my roommate and a friend, kind of solidifying the notion that I think I really do want to start my own school someday.
Insane? Yes.
Can I accomplish this? HELL YES.

I want my life to be surrounded, devoted, and consumed by Waldorf education and Anthroposophy.

Every day. All day. 

Monday Funday

On Monday I had an incredibly crafty day.
The bestie and I worked some more on the banners and got them all almost finished. 7 out of 12 at least. They look so super awesome I don't even know what to do.

Then later in the evening a fellow crafty friend came over and we dyed easter eggs a day late. It was great. We dyed some, We sparkled some, we did things the internet told us to do, and we made stuff up. It was really great.

A great way to start the week.
Here are the pictures with no more words.

Never Not Broken

 There is this thing that happens when you feel like the universe is literally OUT TO GET YOU.

It's like you have been trying so hard and doing all the right things and following all the "rules" but still, somehow, you just can't seem to have the right thing happen at the right time. You are busting your ass putting in all the work and enduring all the suffering but those damn pieces are still in a profound disconnect. You are left with these big decisions and a desperation calls you. Fighting that calling of what you can only describe as SURVIVAL, is like trying to play catch with a ball of fire. It burns uncontrollably when you catch it and as soon as you throw it back you are worried about what happens when it lands.

They say your 20's are the hardest part of your life and once you get through that, well then it's all white picket fences, ball games, and DIY canning. I think that's bullshit.

Life is hard. Always and forever.
But isn't that the thrill?

Absent

I was totally going to sit down a write a long post today. I had a day off. But I accidentally ended up cleaning house instead...

I was bored and it needed to be done and I didn't really want to do anything else anyway.

I have been sick and just coming home and pretty much passing out. That's why I haven't been updating. I will again soon. I have been writing this serious post/short story in my head for a few days now and I need to get it out. It's taking up too much space. So that is coming.

In the mean time, there's this: Kitakyushu, Japan.