Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 How long are we waiting these days? What's the appropriate amount of time for do-overs, comebacks, and start-overs? It is Mercury retrograde, right? All the redos in life! I'm waiting!!! If we can turn the clock back, how far can we reset that date? Because, man, can I have 20 years of my life back? Can I ? Asking for a friend? I made a video yesterday on my YouTube channel about how many of us have woken up from a stupor. One day we were all meandering around in a trance, then somehow, upon awakening from what felt like 40 years of sleep, something was different! Was it just me? It's like that Dallas episode: Pam wakes up and hears the shower running, and she goes into the bathroom, and Bobby is showering. Alive and well! She had dreamt the whole thing! This is what we are all experiencing, right?  I really didn't lose my big girl job in 2009 due to the economy crashing. I didn't bartend for 8 years at a dive-ass tavern. I didn't start an art and communication...

 If I could get in some order of business. Ya know, not quite a routine, but a placement of what comes first and who comes 2nd without my adhd brain saying, "Well, to do this, you must do this. Like, what would be the purpose if  it were out of order?" The order of the house must be cleaned first. It screams a habitual childhood trauma from days long ago. Before anyone could do anything in that house on Marceline Terr. THE HOUSE MUST BE CLEAN. (We never knew who was going to show up) And God forbid those shelves that were draped across a wall behind the sofa had to be dusted, in case a guest came with white gloves on, right? I believe wholeheartedly Gram's intentions were always to make good impressions. It was never discussed how a clean, organized home calmed the chaos that ensued in those walls. For the last several days, I have rearranged, cleaned, dusted, and removed enough fur that I am certain if I glued the hair back together, I could mold a standard poodle! With...

It's Oct. 1. I always say the best things happen in October: the leaves are changing into a variety of warm colors, the air feels cooler, and, well, life just looks a bit different. At least, this is my view and my take on this season. To others, it is the beginning of spooky season. Frankly, I believe for decades now, we have partaken in spooky season whether we wanted to or not; plenty of masks seen and dropped! Boo ! Let us not forget, change is the only thing we can count on. Even if we are reluctant to acknowledge its differences and stances. I have remained with creative momentum, but it has been at a snail's pace. I keep reminding myself that the weather will be indifferent, and turning inward under a blanket will comfort what the mind cannot yet place... on canvas, fabric, or paper. (computer). To be this creative, warm, and inviting, embracing the arts when the weather has turned foul, will soothe what has not been revealed. Something about the temperature altering its...

 Maybe if I sit here long enough and stare at this blank page, 2.5 years of some form of emotion will blurt out something meaningful. Right? Isn't that how it works? You stuff every emotion or feeling so life doesn't smack you hard in the face, and then you're faced with redness that no one understands but you! Right? Isn't this how it goes? Where is the logic in any of it? Human nature and the many complexities of human facets, widgets, gadgets, and emotion! All gears of some mechanism that compound human design. I used to be here for it. Now I question it all. And I question motives, time, and design, and really, what did any of it mean? Other than to take up space and disrupt someone's life. Cmon like, really, why? Melancholy, I find myself, right now, very melancholy. It's the change of weather. It's limerence. It's anger. It's disappointment. It's delusion. It's defeat! Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . I'll say it once. I'll say it...

My search for a job has become something much bigger than looking for a paycheck. It started with an experience I call the “pretty doctor” moment—a situation that made me stop and think about how quickly we decide whether someone belongs in a particular environment. Since then, every interview, every job description, and every conversation about work has made me question what employers are actually looking for. I have more than thirty years of experience in client relations, guest experience, scheduling, events, communication, coordination, and hospitality. I know what I bring to a business. Yet I keep encountering positions that seem to place all of that experience into the same $16–$18-an-hour bucket. At some point, I had to stop asking, “How do I convince them to hire me?” and start asking, “Is this actually an environment where I belong?” I have also come to realize that the labor market isn't simply about whether jobs exist or whether people are willing to work. There is a mat...

 Eye spy? What are you looking at and for? On purpose, I did not link my last writing anywhere to see who would go directly to my blog. I typically link it to all of my social accounts. In my business coaching class, I call it the "wrap-around" effect. It gives a glimmer more into who I am, what I do, and what I promote in my "Kitryn Marie" umbrella of endeavors. Right now, it's difficult to call it a business... although I promote accordingly. Eventually, all things will open up, and my teaching will resume. This is not a great time in economic history, and if you look around, money is nowhere to be found to spend on enrichment and personal development. My patience is being tested, and my resilience is at a standstill. I am holding out and onto something I have built from the ground up. In a conversation I had yesterday with one of my coworkers at the gig, I adamantly reminded her, "You are not responsible for the consequences of the actions" from som...