The Contours Love Me Now That I Can Dance.

This summer has been one of almost childlike experimentation.

"What happens if I do this..."
I've started getting up in the mornings and running.
This just started last week, so we'll see how long it lasts.
Thanks to some wonderful new friends I'm seeing a different side of the city I've grown up in.
Much of this summer has been about making alternative choices.
Riding a bike or walking instead of driving.
Shopping locally, using cash instead of a card.
Cooking and grilling with the family or taking leftovers instead of eating out on my lunch break.

Obvious things that I'm now taking the effort to do.


The daycare has been my dream summer job.
I work during the week during the day, I've got the full time job
working with people and not having to sell myself or anything else.
Just loving people all day long. Not always easy,
but it's so precious and beautiful.


Normally I would grumble and complain of the itch to travel, but I think the school year had me so exhausted that being home is like a beautiful sort of retreat.

On a side note:

dear world,
I do better without your unwelcomed comments and advice.
I am afraid that we've come to some sort of misunderstanding,
where you can make a blanket statement about me,
and that I must accept it.
I would like to clarify that this is not okay with me.
The way I dress, the way I eat, the way I talk and think, the way I view God,
the way I dance or the extracurricular activities I choose,
are not up to you. They are my decision. I am not you,
and thank God that we're different.
Most everything I do I consider very carefully before I do it.
Thus, you choosing to accept or not accept me is up to you.
however, I like... no, I love myself just fine the way God made me
without you coming in and intentionally or unintentionally trying to
use me for your satisfaction or for whatever reason it is you do the things you do.
All of you, generalized world, should hear me and understand
you can label me, peg me into a small hole, put me in a box,
judge me, whatever you so choose...
I'm here to say,
whatever I am in your mind is fine, but let it stay there...
in your mind.
Thanks,
Me

The daycare had me paint something for them that turned out surprisingly well.
I'm now inspired, getting a little braver. My attempt to make a painting for my room has yet to begin.
I bought the canvas for the project today. The ideal and beautiful canvas was fifty dollars, I quickly opted for the second choice which was quite a bit cheaper. I now understand why mediocre paintings can be so expensive. There's no profit in art except the personal satisfaction of doing what you love.

That's all for now, just ranting, thinking, rejoicing... all passion and sass, as usual.