I’m going through another metamorphosis of sorts. Life is going so very fast. I’m trying to keep up. Fighting for some form of control. Yes. Control. That’s a common theme for me.
I chopped off five inches off my hair. It’s now about four inches past my shoulders rather than grazing my nipples. Oh… and platinum blonde rather than the darker honeyed blonde I had been for years and years. I feel like a walking exclamation point.
I have gone all OCD on what I eat. I can’t control the world that is spinning around me, but I do have jurisdiction over what I put in my body. And judging by the scale and the mirror, living on lean meat and veggies does a body good.
The insane headaches I was getting as I orgasmed seem to have abated. The first time I tried again, it was scary. As I got closer and closer to the brink I was terrified my head was going to feel like it had been split like a ripe melon. So I held back and had a small orgasm. And all was okay. I’ve been gradually building up to stronger and stronger ones and now finally feel cured.
Things with the Woodsman haven’t been without their bumps. The distance is painful… And for all our similarities, we are very different. There are times when we talk that I feel like we’ve just made one giant tangled circle that goes nowhere. Sometimes what begins as a simple and playful comment from me will morph into something so deep and confusing that I’m completely lost and can barely see where the starting point was. Our normal communication shifted last week, leaving me more confused. I didn’t know what was happening between us, if I had caused it, if I had missed something… but, as I told him, it felt like he was avoiding me. Not necessarily on purpose, but perhaps subconsciously. This firm foundation I have enjoyed since February didn’t feel so firm anymore. We’ve talked this out, and I feel better about where we are, but I’m having to make a conscious effort to not retreat into self-protection mode.
I’ve started writing the story about the Australian again. And yes, I’ll begin posting here soon. It’s just too magical to not post. And I don’t have time to shop it for a publishing agent right now. So you all get it instead.
Lastly, I’m starting a new project here on Creative Noodling that I’m super excited about. Anyone who has spent any time on here will notice that images often play a key roll in my creative writings. That’s not an accident. Before I ventured into my current profession, I was an artist. I suppose you could say that I still am… I mean, people don’t really stop being artists. What I’m trying to say is, I studied art, design, photography, art history, architecture, etc. And not to brag, but I have a good eye. Not just from my own perspective, but because it’s been trained.
So I have this idea… I want to start showcasing great photography done by bloggers that speaks to me. Informally I’ve already been doing some of this, but now I’m going to make it a real thing—a curation of beautiful images by talented photographers set to my prose. Something that, hopefully, you all will look forward to seeing on a regular basis. So be on the lookout for the first official installment of The Words and Pictures Project which will be premiering this week.
Cheers y’all. And thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading, commenting and giving me a reason to keep staying sane enough to do this.