So my life is a huge bundle of crazy right now. I'm moving out of state in 2 days with almost nothing to my name, starting the new location of my job in 4, gonna crash on my sister's couch until I get on my feet. My old car died, and I have a new one randomly. I'm leaving behind my only source of comfort, because I realize that it's better to leave my cat behind and get her once I have a home for her, rather than force her to live in my car.
And rather than finish packing like I should be, I'm online working on a collaboration with one of my oldest and best friends. It's very hard for us to be online at the same time, as I am on the west coast, and she is in Israel. But I always drop everything when those little moments come as she brings me such joy, and I really dig what we're working on. She's a journalist, just fantastic. And as you know, I'm going back to school to learn to make the clothes I want, and get this website of passion off the ground. I'm really big on supporting your friends in their passions and finding ways to use everyone's different areas of expertise to promote each other. So we're working together to write an article partially about me, but mainly about feminism and fashion; reconciling the two, as many people have a hard time doing so. So we've been collecting articles online and sharing them.
And today, I mentioned Amanda Palmer. And how she would be a fantastic person to include in our list. I consider her my queen in most all things. My friend hadn't heard of her, so I jumped up yelling things across messenger of my love and appreciation. To quote myself: she is amazing, feminist, loving and lovely.
And then I brought up her TED talk and her new book, The Art of Asking. I just (finally) got this book a few days ago, and have yet to start reading it. But it's something that hits very close to home for me lately. I'm moving and have been refusing to ask or even accept help that's offered me when I don't ask. I refuse to ask or accept help in anything I do. And I'm wondering if maybe that's why everything I undertake, fails.
I love the arts, I love being an artist. My family is full of artists, but told me I could never make it as I wasn't as talented as them. That I had to have a real job. I'm finally learning to let myself be passionate. To LET myself do what I want. I'm learning to LET myself sing again. To LET myself learn to play my banjo. To LET myself love fashion, and to make clothes for myself and others. And that doing any of these things doesn't make me less of a person, it doesn't make me flaky or irresponsible, nor does it make me less of a feminist.
And so I can't wait to show you guise the article once we finish it. And I just wanna thank my inspirations for helping me feel okay with being myself for once, and for planting the seed that it's gonna be okay if I ask. Follow through will definitely be an issue...wish me luck
ps, Yes I got my 4.0 in my first semester back at school. Sorry it took me so long to tell you XD
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