This year has been a really hard one for me.
Then again, it seems I arrive at the end of each year on my knees, glad to wave that old year goodbye. They never seem to get any easier at all.
For me, the past few months have seemed like one disaster, followed by another. I have tried not to let any of them stump me, have stumbled a little, but kept on going, but last night, I felt I had reached the end of my tether with many things. Have you ever got to that point where you can’t even form the words to say goodnight? I was completely empty, a stunned and silent shell.
When things affect me like this, I withdraw into myself. I try really hard not to inflict my mood on others. This morning still found me in an uneasy vacuum of self-imposed silence. I neither wanted to engage with the day, nor people.
Like a zombie I logged into SL but didn’t want to be completely alone. I wanted to be around people, yet not really in the middle of a crowd. I turned to one of my hiding places and people-watched.
As I waited to see if coffee could revive my spirits at all, I got into conversation with someone new. This was someone who asked about my artistic side. I was reminded that the thing which I love the most about SL… and always have… is the creativity which the place is dripping with. I love that everything in it has been built or made by someone there. It still has the power to amaze me.
It attracts creative people. It gives us a whole new playground, somewhere to add overlayers to our lives and experiences, a place which sprinkles pixel glitter onto our RL arts.
The conversation was of two halves, I spoke of RL art and SL pictures, and the other person spoke of bringing RL music into SL and collaborating with others.
Somehow, somewhere in the mixing and swapping of ideas and experiences, my mental fog was cleared for a little while.
Some of the magic we spoke of sneaked in and blew glitter through the clouds of my unhappiness.
I was reminded that to create anything, be it a picture, or to sing the simplest song, I have to step momentarily from the mire in which I find myself. I can leave all that behind and step free. It is to focus on something else. In looking forwards, I leave where I am now.
Something to throw into the mix of my morning, we spoke of January and the strength of one month. We mused on what it is that makes January such a powerful and magical force which can bring about an energized new start to all who seek it?
Well my humble take on this, is that January has no more power than any other month of the year. What it actually does is spark something in ourselves. It lets us step out of ourselves a little and look forwards. We can blame the month for the renewed strength and power we find in ourselves to take even the smallest step to a newer time and a fresher mind.
I hope that January sprinkles glitter-like positivity into your lives and reminds you that you are worth much happiness and peace.
Pose : Gingerfish – Cinema Verite
Hair : Analog Dog. – Soca
Cardigan and Jeans: L&B Swear.
Boots: [Gos] Triumph
Rings: Yummy – Winter Solstice
Fireplace, Books, Patchwork Rug and Bookshelves: Apple Fall.
Bench: Cheeky Pea
Round Cushion: Revival
Round Rug: Junk
Tea Tray: Tres Blah
Clock and Musical Box: Fancy Decor
Sketch Book: 7mad;Ravens
Whippet dog: Foxes
Kangaroo Plushie: O.M.E.N.