July 24, 2008
“My greatest strength is my vulnerability” my best friend used to say. She wielded her vulnerability like some kind of girly light saber & scared less-than-extraordinary mortals away. Never a dull moment. This leaving period is creating peaks & troughs of fragility & strength. As I countdown, with humorous awareness I’m enjoying the habits/routines which I’ve created for myself to experience pleasure & joy in my surroundings. Now, I leave not only bricks and mortar but those kooky habits, knowing that they restrict me - that there is more out there. So much more. So I’m having days of immense focus & other days where I’m unable to speak - when a movie triple bill & lots of crying is the only answer [I'll see whatever is playing NOW - no I don't care if it's with Keira, this is an emergency]. Have I created Suki-land to survive London, or work, or is this me being me?
Not knowing what comes next this time around means really taking a look at my attitudes towards money & work: my inherent independence v my desire to collaborate: trusting in other people & their integrity v letting them off the hook (does this mean selling myself short? This probably needs a blog of it’s own..) even if they’re asses (without judgement): trusting in abundance v ‘money doesn’t grow on trees’. I’m picking, scratching, flaking off the rust - wire wooling down to shiny metal. Watching, watching..
Bandwagon: and yes, because everyone else is doing it, we raided the attic & botched together some before and after photos. Naturally, Vanity insisted that the truly horrid ones were deleted at the time, so this is the best/worst I could find..









































