Aspiring to be everything at once: a spy, assassin, scientist, dragon, a hermit. With the limits of physical reality I can always be all these things in dreams and stories.
It was always a happy place Bright, cheerful I was loved and I was happy I got restless Tired of staying still I went out into the world
Garden of glass
“Your job is so stupidly simple.” I eye my guide warily debating if he meant for his words to carry sarcasm, or if the admiring tone was genuine.
Estate sales are fascinating. You never know what magnificent antiquites or just straight up weird stuff you can find in the home of the recently deceased. We never buy anything though, I hate how I feel like I’m stealing something that doesn’t belong to me even if I pay for it. It just feels wrong to take something that once belonged to someone who can no longer consent to relinquish their possessions. The kids usually enjoy seeing the stuff and I have to admit some of the old books I have found at these sales have a way of capturing one's attention.
“Come on Emily, you know we’ve got a lot to do. We start shooting in two weeks and Jake wants to be sure you’ll have the cadaver prop done in time.” Gazing contentedly at her drawing Emily turned to Liz and showed the up and coming actress the portrait. “This would be perfect for the cadaver.” Liz peered at the picture her brunette hair falling over her shoulder, hazel eyes shining mischievously. “Handsome. I can’t wait to see how you pull this one off.”
Come join us
The wind whipped Natalie’s black hair into knots, despite her best effort to restrain it in a braid. It was far too bright for her to be sitting at the bow of the boat but she needed to keep an eye out for surprisingly shallow reefs, like the one they were diving today.
Getting out of your comfort zone to achieve what you want
I’ve been there. You have an idea, it’s a wonderful idea. Do you have every little detail planned out? No. Do you understand the concept so well that you KNOW you can do it you just haven’t for whatever reason? Yes. So how do you change from the planning stage and start actually doing it: especially when you’re terrified of everything going unbelievably wrong?
Ever feel your bones?
A skeleton Bones Growing as you do Weakening as you grow old Breaking after a foolhardy stunt Not really thought about
She was a walking inferno. Fire, trapped within the confines of a human body, And temper seethed beneath a molten surface.