no coffee = journal ramble

Because I like to state the obvious, especially when I can't drink coffee, I have to mention that it's been a long while since I last posted.  I've thought about it, at least every other day, but have either been too whipped when the time presented itself or too intimidated by the thought of posting.

I've come to realize that I have a real fear of permanence/retribution when it comes to expressing myself.  The idea that something I write, photograph, mention liking might some day seem embarrassingly amateur, trite or dull is a real hurdle for me.  I've noticed this in my day-to-day life, too, and can only hope for more days like today when I realize how silly this is.  How of course we'll someday cringe at the boots/makeup we wore (or didn't), the music we listened to, how our tastes and skill levels are bound to change, how there is always room for improvement but how can we really measure it if we don't take the chance and write/take photos/create/get a tattoo?  In some ways, I think it's a way to put off being a real adult in that it means not having to take the possible flak from putting oneself out there.  I'm not looking for flak but I am tired of this fear of judgment, life being so short and all.  And, I feel it's necessary to point out that I think women are especially good/bad at this.  Just sayin'.

P.S.  The pictures are old ones.  The first depicts the making of my first nightgown for Kate ('cause those suckers are either hella-tacky/weird fabric or uber-expensive) and the second is one of many taken making various St. Patrick's Day projects (note:  potato printing is actually kind of fun).