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Kitchen is Closed


Yes it feels good to be done serving things that don't serve you. Hang up the apron, the kitchen is closed.
I will always be a well of helpfulness, friendship and support but now I will be all that... tucked into a jungle hideaway that you will have to seek out because Im not chasing anymore. You will have to find it and therefore earn it.
And that is self care to me. I just can't with selfish people anymore. Friendship/Relationship is a back and forth of support, watering each other's plants and listening as much as talking. And I mean it REALLY FEELS GOOD to be done, like peace just kissed my forehead and slowed my heart beat to normal again.
You have to be absolutely realistic and let things be.
The same way I had to leave a toxic work environment and people who daily tried to make me feel insignificant- is the same way I have to treat people who don't know how to treat me...possibly they don't know how to treat anyone... and that probably extends to themselves. So let it be. Life is short.
There is happiness to be had.
Every day. 💗
This is the struggle with meditating-you work through a lot of stuff and the answer is always : it is what it is
And that's a damn good answer. Once you come to terms that the nature of the thing IS the nature of the thing you can detach. Im practicing detachment now and still compassion.
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My back is still up and down-better some days than others...IT IS WHAT IT IS.
I spent yesterday repairing some things and getting work hung up that was cluttering up my worktables.
"Reclamation"
Reclamation is a good word and I feel its a constant theme in my life. Get knocked down- RECLAIM your life.

Building my 3D empire. Mixed media pieces getting hung in my stairwell "gallery".
Another wall in my stairwell gallery
So yeah, busy with arty things and making space in my studio to get cranking again. So where the Kitchen is closed the Studio is most definitely Open.



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