Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

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...

 It has been a rough couple of weeks.. actually Months. I have become this version of myself that I never thought I had in me. It is completely out of character for me to disrupt anyone's life, business, or personal life, or the way they move about in their daily existence. Standing on principle and sticking up for what I know to be correct is exhausting. The panic attacks were intense, and my deep love for research and law saw a conclusion, and situations have been resolved. It did not come without despair and frustration. I do not ever want to deal with those situations again, and the trauma associated with the experience has been a lot to bare. I question everything, and I observe calculations of the sort and diligently process them accordingly. Again, I don't know who I have become, but bet your bottom dollar it will be me you want in your corner when the fight is on! Freedom of speech and the way any situation affects you personally, you have the right to expression. T...

 Well, I almost have a system set up in my house that offers a bit less mental clutter. I had the kid, he-ho the love seat to the curb for Monday morning pick-up! I wasn't quite as attached to it as I was at one time to my blue wingback recliner. (It was Bruce's chair.) Parting with that thing, the chair that is, was hard. I go through furniture as much as I have gone through wheels/tires on my car. As I have mentioned a time or 100, this house is small, there is not much room to maneuver and live functionally. It messes with my brain, and my perpetual need to clean it often times becomes obsessive. Nonetheless, there is less clutter in the living room. Currently, I am searching for a pair of pink tufted wingbacks, or I will settle happily on one oversized chair. {2 temporary chairs have been scavenged from the house to fill an empty wall that also has an incorrect-size painting on it to fill space.} I spent yesterday at the thrift store scoring a few sets of sheets. One will b...