Day 16 [side notes]

Back when I was in a 10ft grave, trying to climb my way out of it… I started going to church. I met a disciple who taught classes about getting your life right with God and how to become a victor and not a victim. In one of the classes she said that we go through life allowing others to attach stereotypes, mean hurtful names and etc to ourselves. We are wearing Velcro suites and every mean name or hurtful thing has been attached to it. For example, like being called stupid, dumb, ugly, and I’m sure you can think of a few more.

My point in mentioning this is that there comes a point in time where you must rip off the names and that damn annoying Velcro suite. There comes a point in time when you just have to say you don’t care what this person or that person has to say, feel, think, or whatever. “Just leave me be, I’m livin my life”.

It’s not that I can’t take advice, though I can be a tad defensive at times, depending on the subject. And it’s not like I don’t value the opinion of those who truly matter to me. I may not always want to take the advice but what I’m trying to say is that all the negative in my life can kiss my yellow ass! Seriously.

With being an artist, you yearn, to some degree for acceptance. The whole point of this was to do my art and love it and the journey it takes me on. We all know that whether your a musician, painter, writer, or whatever; not everyone is going to like your work. That’s fine. But what I’m talking about are the people who are just down right rude.

Guess what, to hell with them all. RIGHT!? Yes. I feel like I have grown a lot as an individual. It’s hard. I’ve battle a huge lack of confidence. I’ve stood up when I wanted to jump off the bridge with no bungee cord and I’ve come to this road in my life where I just don’t care anymore.

This isn’t about my art work… it’s about me as individual. It’s the reason I call my blog BeautifullyODD. I think I can see myself to some degree from the outside… but… on the inside I know who I am. Yes I have faults just like the next person. But you can either love me or hate me. Their choice. I’m me, I’m not going to change because someone thinks this or that. They need to look in the mirror themselves.

The funny thing is, the GI Jane in me would fight. But that armor I was talking about in a pervious blog says that this is more than cussin someone out or trying to explain myself to them when in the end they are just going to continue to act ignorant or all high and mighty. This is me growing up and saying… I DON’T GIVE A DAMN.

moving on… I’ve been editing photos for hours after work. A lot of work but hopefully I’ll be done by this weekend. I truly can’t wait to see my cuzos reaction. But… I will be relieved to be done and get back to work on my own stuff which brings up another topic that I will blog about some other time.

be… BeautifullyODD.