It's a filthy filthy word. I'm sorry that it's on everyone's lips. I have been in a recession for nearly five years. Low on funds, stability, love only a mother can give, and intellectual stimulus.
It's exciting to know that I am so young and that there is a path ahead that is so bright with flame... I have to shield my eyes. There's been a lot of styling work lately. Mostly this stuff...
I love the client... but I miss cooking. I want to create beautiful and tasty food-stuffs. I want to sear something for someone other than myself or my dog. I desperately await large checks from these fabulous food jobs I've done... but more so I want a call from my agency with new job postings.
Christmas is almost here. I only want one gift... a new door to open. To anything. A new contact or perhaps a new interest. Maybe this...
or this...
Anticipation stirred up with a little irritation. Future fears and past pleasantries. Wringing my hands and singing a sweet melody. Frustrated beauty.
Here we are. In Youth... growing old. Being sad and excited at the same time isn't a feeling exclusive to yours truly. Thank God.
I also want to give. So a dinner party is in the works. I will document from there. And as a New Year's resolution I will be posting more. Sorry for the recession. Sincerely.
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