Candid Corvid Productions

When concept of self fragments and swirls – and there is not yet enough incentive nor satisfaction in piecing it all back together.

Maybe when I’m 60.

I turn 52 – that’s right, 52 – on the 18th!

Hee Hee Hee!

Whoo-Whoo-Whoo!

HaHaHaHaHaHaHa!

I love the feel of soft, smooth, and supple black leather – that which may or may not be genuine, but feels like heaven.

On the day that I found my black artist sachel, I also found my thigh-high, black-sheen “stomper” boots.

It made me giggle out loud with delight in Ross to have come upon such treaures.

There’s a lot of push to overwork, try to buy a house, live beyond one’s means – and always teeter on the brink of disaster.

I just want to get stabilized.

What burns more than my lungs from repeat coughing is that for weeks I have had all of my energy forced into focusing on just getting through being sick – rather than other aspects of my life where I would prefer to invest productively to gain improvements.

I think that the last time I was solely in business for myself was 2015.

Between then and now, I kept turning myself into a pretzel to conform and find standardized employment.

I could not begin well without a Bachelor’s degree, despite my business and life experience, and every time I entered a model, I found it extremely limited, stilting, and distressing.

At first, it began as a desire to take pressure off of myself to always be the income fabricator.

Then, my conscription tied tighter because for three years I was trying to stay qualified for a fiance visa as the income provider.

After this failed, I was just caught in the chop of the Covid disaster/relief system.

Moving to a new region, I thought I would give it one more go and stuck it out through difficulties – until I realized that the employment paradigm just does not benefit me.

It keeps me bound by dependency on others to provide, and degrades my identity when they don’t – and in fact, turn the responsibility against me, making me responsible for their success or failure.

It just comes down to that I cannot afford the aggravation that this type of toxic relationship imposes upon my emotional psychology.

When what you want eludes you, it’s best to go about your own business.

(Multiple meanings)

Watching and experiencing flagrant disregard of cautions put in place to protect us is like being in a box of viral fire crackers ready to spark off.

The great relief felt when I may return to bed after having pushed to obtain objectives while sick reminds me of the prospective diminished pressure my new lifestyle of self employment may grant me if I approach it with measured balance.

As I give up attachment to outcome, need, desire, and passion turns like the prow of a ship – set free to move with the stronger currents of loving and replenishing the self.

If you do not ask for much, there is plenty of it.

I am now done with standard employment – having tried various models and experiencing how they have failed the innovation and returns that I aspire to, deserve, and need.

“Dah-wheeeeee-dle…Dah-wheeeee-dle…” repeated rhythmically after perfectly-timed pause, again and again. Outside my kitchen window, telling me that I am home, by a friend.

I am looking forward to my mind disentangling from the parts of my life which have not been working as I leave them behind to embrace joy’s creative endeavors.

There are some realities that only allow entry if you completely commit yourself to bridging to them.

I am in business for myself.

Why is it that it rarely feels enough after a day of accomplishing so much?

I am still in/affected – and my youngling’s fever has not stopped for seven days!

“The HTTP 304 Not Modified client redirection response code indicates that there is no need to retransmit the requested resources.”

developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Web/HTTP/Status/304

(So cool conceptually – chuckle.You mean my efforts have been enough? Why, thank you!)

Inside, she wept because she was not thirty, anymore: when her energy had not been tapped down to the marrow.

Oh, she was still vital and kicking – setting fire to the barriers trying to suppress her.

But she’d been mired in battle for so long that she could not fathom how she could ever reclaim a sense of normalcy.