Faded photo, fresh creativity…

While on an intense purging binge recently, I found an old charcoal sketch dating way back to my high school years. Previously, I had shared it with friends, then promptly packed it away. Memories came flooding back about the strictness of the art classes I suffered through. The anxiety to follow the teacher’s lesson plan and produce perfect results always impacted my desire to express myself outside the artistic box. While sitting in the midst of a pile of items, trying to decide what would stay or go, I opened my high school art case. As I rummaged through the paint-stained wooden case, my inspiration suddenly grabbed hold of me and I found my charcoal sticks and a collection of brushes and paints. The smell of linseed oil and streaks of yellow and blue oil paint inside the case reminded me that I was wrong to think that any expression of art required absolute neatness or perfect precision. These many, many, years later, I’ve come to realize that raw emotion matters so much more.

At this point in time, my focus is on my imagination which encourages me to delve into textures, bordering on the abstract, with a mixture of thick colors, on a brush which hits the canvas like a conductor leading an orchestra. Whether painting or sketching, in all the time that’s passed, art allows me to process complex feelings without using words, as I do each time I write here on my website. Creating something new helps to minimize my daily stress and any mistakes now feel like beautiful new opportunities rather than failures.

That one old sketch was an important reminder on how creating, anything, should be done without regimentation or fear.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post in exactly twelve (12) lines. Tell us about someone in your family who has artistic ability. Share an old photo and let it inspire a blog post.



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A doorway’s warning…

Those who I’m close to often comment on my rather sharp sense of humor but I tend to use that as a doorway, not a weapon, mind you. I have a tendency to share stories which carry a great deal of emotional weight. My preference is to avoid being entertaining, choosing instead to focus on revealing something underneath. Let’s just call it my “warning label”.

For starters, I’ll attempt to make you laugh before I make you think. I will ask uncomfortable questions because comfortable answers rarely change anyone. Loyalty comes easily but trust does not. If I care about you, I will challenge you, defend you, and occasionally disappear to recharge before returning as if no time had passed. It might be difficult for some to believe, but I collect more moments than possessions, truths more than approval. Take a chance if you will and mistake my quiet for weakness if you must. Trust me, I will survive such a misunderstanding.

Fair warning to any and all interested parties, I am not everyone’s cup of tea as I’m much too curious to stay shallow. I’m much too damn stubborn to pretend and may “accidentally” expose your blind spots while wrestling with my own.

Beyond the doorway, with my warning label pushed to the side, I never tire of peeling people back to who they really are, not to judge them, more to understand them. Everyone has a version of themselves they share with strangers, another they show their friends, and one they carry when no one is looking. That’s the person who garners my interest. Polished stories rarely teach me (or anyone else) anything. It’s those cracks that let the light through. Every conversation is another chance to discover why someone became who they are…including me.

I never get tired of finding meaning where other people overlook it. A forgotten photograph, an old scar. A joke with perfect timing, a quiet act of kindness that nobody applauds. Life hides its best lessons in ordinary places and I’ve been fortunate in life to discover so many. In some ways, this has made me slower to judge, quicker to listen, and endlessly curious about what lies beneath the surface of others.

I’ve stopped trying to be easily understood. Some people need everything wrapped neatly, labeled clearly, and delivered without any commotion. I am not built that way as I ask questions which make people uncomfortable. I’ve learned that growth rarely happens inside comfortable conversations. I manage to laugh often, sometimes at the absolute absurdity of life and others, sometimes at myself. Once in a while, my sarcastic humor has carried me through places that tears alone could not.

Acquaintances? I don’t collect them, I collect stories. I remember the details people think no one notices. Screw popularity, I value honesty over that, truth over approval. I’ve earned the criticism from people who mistake honesty for hardness and independence for arrogance. Hell, they’re all entitled to their opinions as I am entitled to keep becoming the person I was meant to be. I’ve spent too much of my life explaining my intentions to those people committed to misunderstanding them. These days, I let my character do the talking as it has a better vocabulary than my defenses ever did.

If this requires a warning label, let it read: Proceed with honesty and caution. I do.

From the Writer’s Workshop: If each person had a warning label, what would yours say? What’s something you never seem to get tired of doing?

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Boundaries…

Manipulative individuals often use calculated behaviors to control social dynamics and undermine group cohesion. Through tactics like gaslighting and selective gossip, they distort reality and manufacture unnecessary conflict, strategically isolating members to consolidate influence. They frequently deflect accountability by playing the victim and utilizing guilt to manipulate others.

In communication, they employ backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive remarks to erode the confidence of perceived threats. Furthermore, they may weaponize confidential information to ensure compliance. As these toxic patterns escalate, the group environment deteriorates from supportive to hostile. Recognizing these warning signs is essential for members to establish firm boundaries.

Ultimately, addressing the behavior directly or distancing the group from the individual is often necessary to restore a healthy, trusting environment.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Write a post in exactly 9 sentences.

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