Sitting with my arms resting upon my folded knees in front of me I can feel the gravel digging into the flesh underneath me. I’ve lost weight.
In my panoramic view I see the makings of a handmade patchwork quilt; countless shades of green, the land broken into various squares and rectangles by lines of wire fencing and grids of farmers fields. I am a humbled spectator watching the sun and clouds work together to create an impressive show featuring their cast favorites, shadows and light.
One rectangle in particular hosts a tribe of mules, their shining golden tails forever dancing in an effort to keep the summer flies at bay. I chuckle because I can’t contain my joy and appreciation for seeing something so impossibly wonderful; this picture that’s been so artfully crafted and laid out on a canvas before me.
I think about moments that have led me here. Flashes of my existence flutter through my brain; the past catching up to the future and landing me in the present. This present moment.
Behind a big beautiful house on a hill, sitting in the gravel drive, I’m seeing for the first time the product of ten years ago, three days ago, yesterday and one moment ago.
The canvas laid out for me, I proudly pick up my brush, stare down my demons and dare them to keep me from painting.
I remember all the ups and downs of playing Super Mario Brothers Deluxe on my purple Gameboy Color when I was just a wee little redhead. I recall the excitement I felt each time I surpassed an obstacle that had stopped me on previous attempts. I also recall the moments of frustration as I watched the screen fade to black and those two dreaded words appeared across my screen. In a video game it’s called Game Over, however in real life we prefer to call it starting fresh.
Life is a series of trial and error, starting and restarting. With practice–the idea is to get further ahead than the last. We spend our lives inching closer and closer to attaining the things we believe will make us happy. Sometimes we’re right, and sometimes we couldn’t be more wrong.
We suffer the most heartbreak on those occasions we get the closest we’ve ever been, but in the process we become the strongest us we’ve ever been.
Maybe Game Over isn’t the worst thing in the world. Maybe in actuality it’s the best thing that could ever happen to you.
Yesterday I spent time walking in a technicolor dream. A town so colorful that half its name occupies a stripe in the rainbow. A place where creativity and hard working passion seem to crash through every street corner like a tidal wave of prismatic pigments. The energy hits you with a force so irresistible that you find yourself craving to be caught in its kaleidoscope of rolling currents.
I couldn’t help but be drawn to the line of shops painted tuscan yellow, lavender and teal. Catty-corner sat a turquoise, wooden bench decorated with groovy, white and pink flowers inviting any well-worn traveler.
Inside the Village Artisans, an awe-inspiring boutique showcasing local artists work, a simple hand painted piece captured my attention. At the check out counter I took part in a conversation that I won’t easily forget.
“Are you an artist?” I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. She continued, “You look like you’re into the arts.” Bashfully I answered, “Yea, I mean I love art… But I enjoy writing, writing is more my thing.” Matter of factly the woman replied, “Writing is art.”
Smiling I said, “I suppose it is.”
Thank you MRA, for adventuring with me. Also thanks to @foxglovefollies for letting me capture that moment in time.
Dauntless: *Not to be daunted or intimidated; fearless; intrepid; bold
I will not let a powder pink embroidered skirt scare me. NOT TO BE DAUNTED OR INTIMIDATED
I spotted it amongst a few other pretty garments hanging in wait for the right person to pick them up. Hmmm…I like the way it looks reflecting back at me in the mirror. Could it be that we’re a match? INTREPID
I placed that skirt on the check out counter before I could change my mind, and strutted out the door carrying a beautifully packaged victory. FEARLESS
Wearing this outfit because I like the way I feel in it. BOLD
Now, I realize that not everyone has a fear of wearing what I would consider a “girly” skirt, but the same principle applies to any source of fear. We are human so we are not exempt from feeling fear, rather it is the choice we make to face our fear with gloves on and a mouthpiece in that makes us dauntless.
I want to know! What makes you dauntless?
*Definition taken from dictionary.com
I hesitated when I was contemplating the idea for this post. Social media is so saturated with full face makeup, I wondered if this sentiment held any value somewhere in the world in 2017. Because of my personal experience, I decided that it must.
A few months ago I made a trip to Starbucks with a friend. The two of us started a conversation with the barista taking our order, and at some point during the back and forth the barista girl looks at me and says, “I love your lipstick, I wish I could pull that off as well as you.”
Now, my first reaction was red-faced awkward embarrassment because I instinctively respond that way when strangers give me an unexpected compliment. I had a couple seconds to think about my response.
I told her I appreciated her words and then I said to her, “But you Can pull it off just as well. It just takes time to get used to it.” I encouraged her to try it, and keep trying it, if it was something she thought she might want to explore. I felt called to let her know I was once in her shoes. I had experienced those same feelings when I would see beautiful, bold lipstick on another person. “It just doesn’t look right on me”, was an all too familiar thought. I remember it feeling unattainable, as if only certain people were members of this mysterious lipstick club, and I was not one of them.
I was wrong.
I choose to wear bold lipstick, and so can you.
Did you ever experience similar thoughts when you tried bold lipstick for the first time?
Thanks for reading.
Do you ever run into this problem? It happens to me more often than I’d like to admit.
While shopping in a store or online—when I decide I want to purchase an item I’m usually very decisive about which color I like best. I know right away which one I’m taking home with me. But…what if upon first glance I saw the item (in this instance it’s a ruffle-linen blouse) in yellow and fell in love, but then clicked through the other available colors and realized the pink one is just as gorgeous?
What would you do?
For me the answer is quite simple, buy both!
My justification: If you like something, why not have more than one? For example, God only knows how long it takes me to find a pair of jeans that fits my body the way I want them to. I say, if there’s something that makes you feel like a superhero while wearing it, then PLEASE do yourself a favor and buy more than one. What if you spill some unknown, permanent-staining substance on your favorite blouse, then what?
It’s an insurance policy– Think about it.
In a world full of distractions, sometimes I find it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Even if that task is something I deeply care about.
I think it’s important to let life take you where it may, some like to call it “going with the flow”. But where do we draw the line? At what point do we lose sight of goals we want to achieve, by going with the flow? I realize there needs to be a balance between riding a wave and chasing one, but how am I supposed to figure out that ratio??
When it all comes down to it, my gut tells me that although it’s good to get caught up in life’s moments (because that’s living right?!) I still have this yearning for something…more. I’m searching for that reason to get up in the morning feeling excited about living life, instead of just going through the motions.
Each time I come back to this realization, I remember that I’m the only one who can make it happen. Sure, I have a great support system (you know who you are), but in the end it’s all me. It’s up to me to make sure my life goes where I want it to.
Call me crazy, but by me wearing this kick-ass romper (pictured below) I’ve accomplished a spectacular win in the life of Chancov Showers. Let me explain: this is no ordinary romper you see…it has magical powers. It has the power to make its wearer invincible. Atleast that’s how I feel when I wear it!
So whether I’m going with the flow or chasing a dream I’m conveniently dressed for either occasion. 😉
So ask yourself one question: Are you dressed for the occasion?
P.S. Don’t be afraid of a little thunder and lightning