More bumper stickers!

[thrihyrne]

It's been a while, but one jumped out at me today, and I just assumed two more would follow, and they did. The one that really caught my eye was:
Those darn accordions! [picture of an accordion]
Pro-Accordion & I vote!

This one I suspect many people on my flist own, in green print on a yellow background:
reading is sexy

And then, to round out my morning drive to the Opera:
I ♥ PIRATES

Happy Friday to you all! Much to my great pleasure, I had a rather decent sale this morning, and unexpected at that. Which means I have another full week to ensure I make commission, and hopefully then some. On the personal front, it's been rather a week of self-awareness and change, and I feel like I'm on the cusp of some pretty profound understandings. Like the fact that I want to learn how to safely live alone, since that's what I'm drawn to. And that life's short: maybe I really should apply for this program for Audience and Fan Studies at the Cardiff School of Journalism, Media & Cultural Studies. I mean, why not?? No, I don't know what I'd do with such a degree, but I suspect I could do some teaching, some editing, keep involved in various fan communities and write some more papers. At any rate, rather a turbulent week, but I'm looking forward to some down time this weekend and maybe spending some time with snottygrrl and/or one of my work colleagues. Two in particular are now confidantes and think I'm wonderful and said some things to me I needed to be reminded of. Such as: If I just listen to some of the truest parts of myself, and act accordingly, I'm going to be fine.

So, enough navel gazing from here. I'll do some editing and writing, too. Happy weekend! ♥

Comments

[two-point.livejournal.com]

This is the month of existential crisis. It has a point, we just can't see it yet.

One of my dearest friends in Portland it going through the same thing right now. I'm trying to make him move back here.

And reading IS sexy. (I want that bumper sticker.)

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

Is it, now? I've been referring to mine (which has roots that go at least a couple of years back but I believe has now reached its culmination) as a crisis of psyche. That in order to be able to truly go forward, I'm going to have to see my inner landscape as a kaleidoscope and force my hand to turn it, even though I've become so used to the pattern, and let the pieces drop into a new one. Only then will I be free to move on. I'm sorry your friend is suffering.

Send me an email (mine is on my profile page) identifying who you are, pseudonym-wise, with your snail mail address (if you're comfortable with that!) and I'd love to mail you one. Probably with a bonus chatty letter, just because I'd really enjoy that. I know where to find such bumper stickers here in PDX and it can also be a thank you gift for your love of my Wraeththu stories and just being a kindred spirit. ♥