It’s 5:39 p.m. And I’m Tired

I feel like I accomplished little today, actually. Though, in reality I did. I spent a great deal of time on the phone tho. Selling apps. But I sold something so yea! But first I received a nasty comment from one shopper. But what a great reminder it was went someone out there saw a genuinely good product for a great price!

I sold Bum Bum Cream. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s sort of like a cult favorite. It’s supposed to well, make your legs look stunning as the product contains pearl among other tightening and smoothing ingredients. What it’s also known and loved for is the exotic scent. But that’s why I had to let it go. It was too overpowering for me. 

The rest of my day was spent catching up on other’s blog posts. (Oh and trying yet another way to style my hair.) One talked a little about visiting Buddhist temples. It reminded me of the wooden, carved crying Buddha that my sister gave to me for my birthday a long time ago.

I love this wooden man holding his head in his palms. (I have managed to keep hold of this gift through many, many moves and he’s positioned right next to me now.) Much like I do. I hate crying so why not cover it up? Or maybe he has to close his eyes because he is suffering so much. When I get really emotional or passionate about something and need to also use my left brain, I close my eyes. I can concentrate and slow down what I’m saying so others can understand and follow me.

I planned on refreshing myself on Buddhism. I did get a like and follow from a man living in India, the one who reported on his travels to various temples. Reading some of his traveling stories and how so much has changed in regards to communication due to technology was a welcome different perspective. That brings me to another topic I’ve been meaning to go back to. The book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I can say, I’ve read it twice and I still can’t give you my book report on it. It’s subliminal message of what Truth is has embarrassed me one to many times when telling others I’ve read it. I can’t express the deep meaning in this book who’s protagonist is as like-minded as myself. Got to find it or get a copy at the library. Feel free to comment on your perspective of this novel.

So feeling so exhausted so early is actually not a new thing, but still a bothersome one. However, I am a morning person and that’s just the way it is. 

What is on your to-do list that keeps getting pushed aside? Does it leave you feeling like your day was spent in vain? Night time for me means going over the day and evaluating EVERYTHING. I actually have always been my worse critic. You know that voice that tells you to give up because everything has been said and done already by someone with more foresight than you? I thank my very down-to-earth father for help in this area. He reminds me that what you know is not innate in every regard, especially when it comes to creativity and art. Like someone said already, art is for anybody, it’s just not for everybody. We all build upon what came before. There’s no wrong in accepting that. Who knows maybe through all the digging you will find a new way to represent something or write something. But, great advice again, enjoy the journey and respect yourself for trying even when you end up feeling embarrassed. This post took a turn unexpectedly. Maybe my dreams tonight, or rather this evening, will be the start of something new. Sweet dreams to all of you! I’m passing out….

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