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wow, this is quite the feeling
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Graduated, BFA, honors, and minor in Visual Development...
So unreal. My time down in Florida was amazing, I've made friends that have changed my life, and I've learned so much that I cannot put a value to it (though my loans certainly can, haha) Now, though, it's time to hit the ground running with my own art and find my own path. No more hand holding.
yep...
So unreal. My time down in Florida was amazing, I've made friends that have changed my life, and I've learned so much that I cannot put a value to it (though my loans certainly can, haha) Now, though, it's time to hit the ground running with my own art and find my own path. No more hand holding.
yep...
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so, my car... again
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car fixed, drove one hour, hit something unavoidable, car now not fixed.
Yep, that's my life right now. Wish I could tell ya I was safe in Florida and cranking out art to show you all.
-Rach
Yep, that's my life right now. Wish I could tell ya I was safe in Florida and cranking out art to show you all.
-Rach
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so, my car... again
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car fixed, drove one hour, hit something unavoidable, car now not fixed.
Yep, that's my life right now. Wish I could tell ya I was safe in Florida and cranking out art to show you all.
-Rach
Yep, that's my life right now. Wish I could tell ya I was safe in Florida and cranking out art to show you all.
-Rach
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So, my car...
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So, my car broke down on the way to school. I made it just about halfway. I'm in Tennessee, and I am so so so so thankful of the helpful people that I ran Into! I can't thank them enough and would return the favor a million times over!
-Rach
-Rach
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lost
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Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
-Henry David Thoreau
This year at school was a good one, but, has left me feeling lost. I feel like I'm standing in a field, and cannot tell from which way I came, nor which way to go. I've learned, begun to love, and experienced, so much, that, while enlightened, I cannot find what I want in life. Not that I've ever really known, but I have lost even general direction. No hint in the breeze, and no landmarks to go by. The sun and the stars feel so real, but they cannot tell me where to go. That is a job that I must step up to.
Don't get me wrong though, I am completely happy with life. I wake up happy, and enjoy the day in it's entirety with an inner and outer smile that lasts until I again fall asleep. Life is simple, and to an extent carefree. But, there is that hint of aimlessness, and a feeling of being lost that seems to be my shadow. It is not an intimidating shadow. It is a shadow of misty, murky molasses that is drowzilly attached to my feet. It must be coaxed and dragged along most of the time, because the shadow would rather sit and ponder, or blissfully sleep. Occasionally it will follow of it's own free will, only when something interesting catches it's eye. It enjoys the simple things in life, as do I.
The shadow is a part of me, it is me, it's not something that I should have to pull along like a wagon. And lately that's how it feels. It is filled with all that I cannot let go, mentally and physically. A wagon cannot go to the places I wish to explore. It cannot go off the road, it cannot climb trees, swim, or fly. To be free, and to be me, I feel that I must leave it behind.
The wagon can travel in the field I'm lost in, as can my shadow. But, the going would be slow if I pulled it and my shadow along if ever I did find the way. So, I plan to leave the wagon behind, and walk in an ever growing spiral, using it as a landmark, the center of this sea of grass. After all, it is pointless to sit and wait for enlightenment in the form of a path to magically form. Even if I'm just traveling in ever-growing circles, it still is somewhere rather than nowhere.
Me and my shadow have some exploring to do
-Rachael
ALSO, I LOST A LOT A LOT A LOT OF FILES RECENTLY, MANY OF WHICH I WAS WAITING TILL SUMMER TO UPLOAD... SORRY
-Henry David Thoreau
This year at school was a good one, but, has left me feeling lost. I feel like I'm standing in a field, and cannot tell from which way I came, nor which way to go. I've learned, begun to love, and experienced, so much, that, while enlightened, I cannot find what I want in life. Not that I've ever really known, but I have lost even general direction. No hint in the breeze, and no landmarks to go by. The sun and the stars feel so real, but they cannot tell me where to go. That is a job that I must step up to.
Don't get me wrong though, I am completely happy with life. I wake up happy, and enjoy the day in it's entirety with an inner and outer smile that lasts until I again fall asleep. Life is simple, and to an extent carefree. But, there is that hint of aimlessness, and a feeling of being lost that seems to be my shadow. It is not an intimidating shadow. It is a shadow of misty, murky molasses that is drowzilly attached to my feet. It must be coaxed and dragged along most of the time, because the shadow would rather sit and ponder, or blissfully sleep. Occasionally it will follow of it's own free will, only when something interesting catches it's eye. It enjoys the simple things in life, as do I.
The shadow is a part of me, it is me, it's not something that I should have to pull along like a wagon. And lately that's how it feels. It is filled with all that I cannot let go, mentally and physically. A wagon cannot go to the places I wish to explore. It cannot go off the road, it cannot climb trees, swim, or fly. To be free, and to be me, I feel that I must leave it behind.
The wagon can travel in the field I'm lost in, as can my shadow. But, the going would be slow if I pulled it and my shadow along if ever I did find the way. So, I plan to leave the wagon behind, and walk in an ever growing spiral, using it as a landmark, the center of this sea of grass. After all, it is pointless to sit and wait for enlightenment in the form of a path to magically form. Even if I'm just traveling in ever-growing circles, it still is somewhere rather than nowhere.
Me and my shadow have some exploring to do
-Rachael
ALSO, I LOST A LOT A LOT A LOT OF FILES RECENTLY, MANY OF WHICH I WAS WAITING TILL SUMMER TO UPLOAD... SORRY
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