The snow has long ago melted in Maine, but there are still a few last pictures with winter featured heavily in them I have to post.
Outfit Details: Jacket & Tights & Earrings & Wig (Amazon) Dress (Etsy) Necklace & Heels (Modcloth)
This is me, like my spirit’s appearance. I suppose it doesn’t make sense, but somehow I feel like a little bit of my insides show in these pictures. Between the wig and the dress, it feels like me.
I’ve been trying to be free – it sounds weird, but due to what my therapist calls a spiritual awakening, I’ve stopped trying to be what others want me to be. I’m finally ready to break the mold and be who I am. I want to stop worrying about what others think of my choices and I want to be true to who I have become and break the chains of my past self.
I feel like I’ve lived in chains for most of my life, I’ve allowed myself to hide and diminished my own worth to let others strive, while I’ve drowned. I’m exhausted from treading water when I should be swimming through the waves. Enough metaphors for you?
This is silly in some ways, it’s so much easier to say you’re doing something than to actually do it. But I’m done trying to meet other’s expectations, it’s never brought me anything. Someone wise recently told me that she didn’t believe you could fail others, only yourself. I think I’ve been failing myself for so long and I want to reach for the stars and enjoy the twinkling lights above me. I’d rather fail myself having tried than fail due to lack of effort.
Also, let’s take a moment to enjoy this dress. I’ve never had good luck with Etsy, until I bought this and fell in love. I’m actually anxiously awaiting a few more pieces from this shop because all of her stuff is absolutely gorgeous, I’m so excited.
Anyways, I hope you all find your own way to break free of your chains.
Měj se hezky
.Misha.
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One response to “The Fading of Winter”
If you can’t be you, who can you be.
Sitting straddled a craggy old juniper, mind as free as smoke in the wind.
At times the urge to write flushes through me, motionless, without thought, wrapped in the contemplation of the earth about me, listening to the throbbing of its being.
A happiness only compared to rooting in the earth or tending flocks. Resting in thought as I ponder on the growth of herds and crops and the movements of their enemies, blight, storms, rain, and drought. Removed from the land or my thoughts, I become a degenerate, withering away like a plant without sap.
And in decrepit old age, as I cling to the years in spite of insult and contumelies of the takers, whose avarice desire my failure.
Just one glimpse of a sunrise brings me more joy than the victories of kings.
The day I realized that it didn’t matter what others say or think about me was filled with jubilations. It’s as if I were heralding myself from the end of a trumpet. Life is what you make it.
Our minds are our worst enemies, if we let it fight.
If you’re living in the past, it will always bite you in the ass.
Every breath is moving forward.
Thank you for being you! You are appreciated, adored, and loved by many.
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