yuk ha...the girl

one year...

september 7 2004...
who would have known 12 months can be so fleeting...
sure the last few months have been skimpy but let me tell you...
my notebooks have been bursting at the seams...
i go through phases...different formats...
but aways purging...
it's funny how this started...
the urge to scratch that inner itch...
combined with something to do with hot mustard...
crazy things happen...
cheers!

round about...

as a child i never learned to ride a bike properly...
being the first born my parents thought of me being fragile...
when bumped or dropped this particular kid will shatter into a million pieces...
thus tricycles and training wheels were the bain of my early childhood...
i on the other hand much to the chagrin of my mother took advantage of every minute that i could to hike up my little pink dress to climb trees, race neighbourhood kids and pee in the bushes...
i would come home muddied and proud of my bruises...what a rascal i was...
i must say learning to ride a bike now has been a trip down memory lane...

feist...

'the saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start'

went to a lovely concert on saturday evening...
such art lilting from her voice...
as i sat leaning over the balcony...
my heart perched upon my hand...
dancing in agreement to such sounds...

jooon....

well we are officially beginning the sixth month of the year...
i have successfully lathered up my sketchbooks with snippets of creations to be...
if i could figure out a way to just paint and draw all day i would...
it's unfortunate that i still need to bundle up in june...
after one of my rampages on my piano this morning i noticed a lone ladybug on the ledge of my window...
as crawly things go...
i like these little red and black specks...
as i played on...
i felt as if i were pushing against the pending rain...

mother's day...

the other day at work was just like any other day...
only it was the day just right by mum's day...
they were everywhere...trails of little ones coming in droves...
even my friend brought her son for me to admire...
as i leaned in and expressed how cute he made overalls look...
he proved that was just bait...a tactic to get me close enough...
in order to bounce a balloon with full force off of my forehead...
happy mum's day...

40%

january
february
march
april
now may...
as i was flipping through the days of my agenda...
i realized how the year has flowed...
like all memories of my past stored away...
the past few months are the freshest...
my journals are bursting at the seams...
i am a ball of nerves right about now...
i am showcasing some of my work at my friend's show tomorrow night...
though it is only one night...
anti climatic really considering the war i fought within myself...
whether i felt i was ready...
i am off to paint and sketch some more...
it soothes this girl...

juggling...

there was this conference that was held by my new company...
i was told they have these gatherings every so often to boost morale...
alarm bells sounded within my head when ever the facilitator announced 'active' activities...
this session was highlighting time management...
she had twelve of us standing in a circle...
she went around passing out yellow tennis balls with a daily task
one would normally do written on each one...
then she simply said throw the ball at someone...
no other direction...
total chaos!
i stopped trying to catch...
i began deflecting...
new girl refusing to be bruised early in the game...

ball of yarn...

decisions decisions decisions...
never mind a lifetime...
with each day that unravels...
comes with a new ball of yarn...
each decision that is made is like a tug at that loose strand...
parameters of each day are the same yet different...
colours change...
mistakes are made...
but you must remember with each new day...
comes a new ball of yarn...