"A Girl About Town"
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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...
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...
The paradox of living a double life—waitress by day, entrepreneur and creative by night (or on any rare day off when inspiration strikes). It’s during those sacred windows of time that I chase new opportunities, free from outside noise and interference. But my intuition is sharp. When the energy shifts, I feel it. To the ones whose presence triggers my inner alarm—stay where you are. You’re not welcome in my space. I’ve seen your true colors, your hidden agendas, and your maladaptive patterns. And I’m not here for it. Most days feel like a chaotic mix of confusion and quiet frustration. I’m stuck in a place I no longer want to be, where the familiar has grown stale—predictable, lifeless, and downright suffocating. Some people carry an energy so heavy, it could drain the light from the sun—if it even bothered to shine. The endless rain feels like it’s soaked into their very personalities. It’s as if the matrix swallowed them whole, and they forgot who they were before the world bur...