This is the painting I did in the beginning of the year. (After I found out I was expecting…)  Little did I know just how accurate this would be. 
My original intention was to illustrate the many things to come—kind of intersecting our path/roadway in life…

Now after months have went by, I see a road way, and there are many walls and hurdles in the middle of the road.
Some  are transparent walls, so that the end goal/ destination is always in sight, some are right in the middle,
But, none of the walls and hurdles completely block the road way…

There is always a way to get to your end goal, sometimes clever maneuvering is needed, and sometimes the walls are so thick it seems like there is no way to pass them, but up ahead, it’s all clear…

We’re almost there! We’re at the green wall…soon all the hurdles and walls won’t be in our way!

This is the painting I did in the beginning of the year. (After I found out I was expecting…) Little did I know just how accurate this would be.
My original intention was to illustrate the many things to come—kind of intersecting our path/roadway in life…

Now after months have went by, I see a road way, and there are many walls and hurdles in the middle of the road.
Some are transparent walls, so that the end goal/ destination is always in sight, some are right in the middle,
But, none of the walls and hurdles completely block the road way…

There is always a way to get to your end goal, sometimes clever maneuvering is needed, and sometimes the walls are so thick it seems like there is no way to pass them, but up ahead, it’s all clear…

We’re almost there! We’re at the green wall…soon all the hurdles and walls won’t be in our way!

I spent 10 mins of my morning being a peeping tom. 
These birds were getting it on like CRAZY. 
The sounds of wing flapping was what got my attention. I thought, maybe, a bird was injured.

This is a shot after they “finished.”
Clearly, not injured. 
A lesson from the birds and bees.

I spent 10 mins of my morning being a peeping tom.
These birds were getting it on like CRAZY.
The sounds of wing flapping was what got my attention. I thought, maybe, a bird was injured.

This is a shot after they “finished.”
Clearly, not injured.
A lesson from the birds and bees.

"And I see your true colors shining through…"

I never liked that song from cyndi lauper that much. It was always just background music, and never really worth the listen..,
But for some reason I decided to give it a chance, and I don’t know, I mean, it’s not really THAT bad.
So now it’s on “play-repeat one” in my brain. Over and over I hear the intro playing.

Anyway, what does this have to do with anything?

I’ve been tired and all over the place. Ensō underwent surgery about 3 days ago. To say that I’ve been stressed is as pointless as my first paragraph about cyndi lauper’s “true colors.„”

The nurses have been urging me to blog (because it’s so therapeutic)

But to be quite honest, I’m simply too tired to come up with cohesive topics.

Like:…what should I talk about?

Even just now, while typing that my eyes dozed off and my mind complete went in another direction,

2014 is kicking my sad ass this year. Last year was like smooths sailing, but the this year comes along and I feel like I’m waking around a mine field.
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So maybe it’s wrong to be suspicious.? What?

See what I Mean! My mins goes somewhere else.

Anyway. Goodnight ;)

Back in high-school when I was too-cool for long hair. I cut it allllll off my senior year and loved it. 

I consider this one of my life-defining moments. Call me shallow, I don’t care, my hair made a huge difference in the way I saw myself.

And at the time (and maybe till this day) I saw myself as bad-ass for not being a stupid highschool girl with long, straightened, badly colored-orange-tinged hair… 

Woohoo for being happy and unafraid of who you are.

Back in high-school when I was too-cool for long hair. I cut it allllll off my senior year and loved it.

I consider this one of my life-defining moments. Call me shallow, I don’t care, my hair made a huge difference in the way I saw myself.

And at the time (and maybe till this day) I saw myself as bad-ass for not being a stupid highschool girl with long, straightened, badly colored-orange-tinged hair…

Woohoo for being happy and unafraid of who you are.