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This blog has many purposes. I am not a baker, a foodie, a DIY maven, or even a beauty product junky or a fashionista. I’m not an amateur photographer.  I am not a graphic designer. My family is small (it consists of Timothy and a tortoise). My current job is a semi-miserable inbetweener. I am shy, and awkward, and not very pretty. I am not an expert in anything. I am intelligent, but sometimes have a hard time communicating. I am an introvert. Sometimes I am too angry, or too anxious. I am also sometimes incredibly depressed. None of these things make for good blogging. What is there left to share? This place continues to grow.

The things that do find a way onto this wordspace, in some form or another, are the things I care about. These are the things I want to share.

I’ve made a list, included mistakes and misthoughts. This is girldust. I do not want to pigeonhole this space, or myself.

Things I Actually Care About ::


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I was hoping to possibly be a little bit more artistic with these, perhaps work on some painting. I’ll be honest, painting myself is not the easiest task. I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Actual self-portraiture (ie, depicting my own physical form) is, for me, very raw and very difficult.

Until I figure out a way to work around my shortcomings as an artist, there will be photos.

52 project 2/52 ::


52 project 3/52 ::

3/52 (sorting through old photographs)

I hope you’re having a wonderful, peaceful Wednesday. One benefit of working retail is having a day off in the middle of the week. This morning I slept in and still managed to accomplish much of what was on my “to do” list for the week.

* You can follow 2014’s “52 Project” here!

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I tend to set my “goals” for the year on my birthday rather than on the first of January, but I would like to play along. Auld lang syne and whatnot. In 2013, I waded gingerly outside my comfort zone. This year, I go all in, up to my neck, with waves hopefully no higher than four feet.

In 2014, I will be turning thirty.

This year,

I will eat good food.

I will read more books.

I will be open;

I will allow myself to heal.

I will spend time in the sun.

I will make art.

I will be brave.

There are no numbers, here, only fluid forward motion. 2013 involved many stops and starts. This year, I will follow through.

52 project /week 1 ::


* As a short human, four foot waves are actually sort of scary.

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These posts always seem melancholy, but I assure you I am content. My silence is not sadness.

I am drinking my coffee hot and black when I am alone; with hazelnut and milk when I am with Timothy.

My fingertips are tinged pale blue and always frozen (it is winter, this is life), fingernails peeling layers of polish and paint from projects in progress.

I am thankful for many things, and dreaming of future thankfulness I cannot yet comprehend.

I am driven (and driving, by the way, somewhat).






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fundamental nature or quality : essence
a group united by common traits or interests : category // a specific or recognized variety  // a doubtful or barely admissible member of a category 
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