Heather Donald
Bio
I believe in love & kindness, that we should embrace joy, sing, dance & be silly! I am a survivor, damaged but not broken. I have a lot of love to give, free of judgment and given freely because I believe love can heal the world. 💕
Stories (15/0)
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, I guess it’s actually today. I have orders to fill, I’ll be baking all day. I should be sleeping. But instead I’m laying here thinking about artistic talent competition shows. I love them! There are competition shows for fashion designers, tattoo artists, makeup artists, singers, dancers, cooks, drag Queens, models - there’s even sword makers and glass blowers for crying out loud! Not all shows do it for me, for instance I like Idol - but not AGT or The Voice. But for the shows I do watch, I get heavily invested in the contestants journeys and have very emotional reactions. I mean obviously it’s sad if someone you’re rooting for gets sent off, especially Junior competitions. And god forbid there’s anything to do with a contestant’s family member or loved one, a parent’s tears of pride will dissolve me into a ridiculous puddle of goo. That said, I get far more emotional seeing an artist’s successes along the incredible journey they’re being afforded. I’m talking about young people with legitimate talent and a hunger to share their light and make their mark on the world. Remember being young and having dreams? The stars are easy to spot, they’re the ones that dig deep and you can hear it, see it, feel the rawness, the pain that’s in their soul, driving them. You can feel their desire, their need to be recognized. Eager to learn, humble enough to know there is so much to learn and having the intellect to understand if they absorb this once in a lifetime education from well established stars in their fields, with that guidance, they’re destined for greatness. I just imagine how they must feel, the buoyancy of success after the crushing weight of anticipation and pressure that precedes a performance or challenge, after the torture of your art being picked apart in judgement. It just has to be so joyously overwhelming to get a positive response and I share their tears of joy celebrating their special moments. I am always incredibly honoured to have witnessed the ember that will eventually explode into a star. I am a dreamer, a romantic and an empath. I have a soft heart, I appreciate the joy of others and weep at their misfortune.
By Heather Donald2 years ago in Humans
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep. I’m not feeling great lately, and I’m tossing and turning even more than normal. It’s nice to once again meet your acquaintance, dear reader, if you even exist. We shall just have to see, won’t we? You probably don’t though, I’m pretty sure.
By Heather Donald2 years ago in Humans
I Can’t Sleep
I can’t sleep. It’s fucking freezing in here. The kind of cold air that hurts to breathe into my lungs and makes me cold to my bones. The man living here has the A/C set to Polar Vortex. This July has been offensively hot and humid, we’ve had a heat wave so intense that I am uncomfortable and irritated immediately upon going outdoors. I would adjust the temperature of the A/C, however, I know the man living in the house would be apoplectic, his brain would fall out of his skull, immediately freeze and shatter into a million shards on the icy floor. I don’t understand why the air inside needs to be as cold as the Arctic Circle. In the winter, when it is this cold outside we turn up the heat to keep from freezing to death. I’ve adapted, I’m wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a balaclava to bed.
By Heather Donald3 years ago in Humans
