November 23, 2011

One Year and Look At Me Now!

I'm about to drive home for the Thanksgiving break and I have so much on my mind this morning. I'm thinking about how fast a year can happen. Has it really been a year since my world essentially fell apart? It's an odd feeling. The idea that those events happened and now I'm a year stronger, a year wiser and a year more full of the important things...but at the same time, those feelings seem so fresh today. How is that? How do we move on from something and not think about it consciously and then all of a sudden it hits you? 

It wasn't until a couple days ago and I realized that all of my most recent art has been about those happenings. And again, not even purposefully creating with it in mind. It's odd how something can change so much about you, without you knowing it. This post is a little depressing, and I hate that. But rather than putting on my usual Fun Happy Goofy Julia persona on, today I need to feel these things, process them, and move on. But as I type that I'm just wondering, how many times do I need to move on from one certain event to really get to that point that I'm completely gone from it? Does it work like that? Or do these kind of things effect you forever? I don't think that is a bad thing. I think having something that rattles you so much, makes you notice the greats in your life. Which is a lovely way to start this Thanksgiving break. Being so aware of how many people truly do care about you, and how necessary they become in our lives to even function. I have so many people that are Greats in my life. And that is something to celebrate. It's a bittersweet day. I will take the bitter with thoughts of all the sweets. And maybe that will distract me from the next 5 hours in a car with me, my mind, and my forever going thoughts. 

However, today is my favorite mothers birthday! And that is plenty of sweet thoughts to get me through anything I encounter in my life. Happy Birthday Louise! 
A very beautiful photo of us on our trip to Romania. Right after we heard we didn't have a priv-a-c-hood. 
(privacy hood, those Dutch accents are hard to understand some times...) 

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