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- Melanie Jones
- I lived my Big Dream – to write in Paris – in April 2008. It changed my life and now I've dedicated one year, 365 days, to living as an artist. I call it my Just One Year, (JOY) plan and it started officially on September 1st-ish. (Only I didn't start numbering the days until, like October.) The JOY-ful journey has taken me back for Paris Part Deux and has brought me an amazing opportunity to travel and write in India and Africa. Leave a comment or email me at blog at melaniejones dot ca. XO
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6 comments:
Dwelling in uncertainty is the only solution sometimes. The only solution for not going insane, the only solution for moving on. It's like visiting one of those Dominatrix houses... (so I've heard)... it's not about the pain at all. It's about the arousal given by the total loss of control. Getting to that primal stage when you know you can't possibly do anything to change anything. Think of dwelling in uncertainty as a strange form of Erotica. That helps... well, that, some Rum and Coke and a fine Cuban...
Love life.
cp
CP! Where you been baby?
And of COURSE you'd bring up dominatrices. ;)
XO
Hm, don't mind at all you calling me baby, but might be a different cp...
Although my friends would say the same thing... ;-)))
cp
She is lovely, and daring, and vulnerable... and magical.
(And looks surprisingly good when scared utterly shitless. How do you do that, my dear?)
xo,
shea
PS. And what does it mean that the word verification for this comment is... ready?.... ANXICH.
Well, any sense of control is an illusion -- which we know, right? But which is ZERO COMFORT when we're in the fear zone. Totally sucks.
Quoting you to yourself . . . remember the Magical Question: "What's Next?" Unleashes serious universal creativity mojo.
Every. Single. Time.
Something weird and amazing is going to happen for you. You just don't know what it is yet. ;)
You guys. I f*cking love you. All of you.
Thank you for thinking my rambling awkwardness is endearing. I will love you forever and ever and ever.
Xo
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