Bootblacking on Alberta St.

Shoe and Boot Shining on Alberta St. this Thurs.
I will be between 19th and 20th on Alberta St. tomorrow
bootblacking and generally cutting it up.

Also, i won't have regular access to email and computer for a while
so please contact me via telephone 503-875-7097

thanks so much

Things I been up to..

Trying to find work still. I went to an open call interview to day for a small vegan bakery and there were 10 people waiting when I got there and another 10 showed up while I was waiting.
I try not to beat myself up for quitting my job. For having another meltdown. I try not to beat myself up and ask what the F-&*!
That same ole' voice in my head that used to call me a stupid bitch. I am tired of hearing it....

I have been creative in ways to make money. I shined boots last night and cover the coat check. I was asked to come back next month. I sold a dollhouse I was going to fix up to my landlord for him to rebuild for his niece.
I am treading water...

I am helping a friend paint his shop today gratis...
I am staying positive and hopeful.

i miss my cat.
a lot.

check out my new blog

http://www.bootpup.blogspot.com....

thanks

Becoming a Doula

I am excited to say that over the next year or so I will be moving away from the food industry to become an Open Adoption Birth Doula. I am really feeling called to do this. I also realize I will probably need a nutrition certification and some others certifications i haven't thought of yet.

there are ants all over my computer!!! aagh! one just bit me!!

I am sick of food service. it only makes me angry. i will probably have to work with food for at least another year but maybe not.

my girl and i are working it out. i have potential lovers....generally happy except that i had another meltdown and quit my job(again!)

so i am bootblacking to make ends meet...

Spin Control

when my mother died, i didn't really get a chance to say goodbye to her. Same thing with my favorite Aunt, my elders said i was too young to go to Lois's funeral. I think I was 8years old. It would have been sad, but maybe death wouldn't touch me in quite the same way as if i had gone.
i don't know. i am not trying to minimize anyone else's experience. just trying to share my own.

i am sad for Mei. I miss her. i am also glad on a couple different levels. glad she isn't having such a hard time breathing. glad i finally was able to follow through, glad that i was able to say goodbye.

the death of my cat has taught me about gracefully letting go.

it also taught me that i still have a fight or flight response. i don't even have a word for what ever i was responding to.

all i know is that this thought has been following me around, poking at my brain.

i keep telling my self i need to spend time with my intentions for the upcoming Dance, and my head just spins away and my dreams are not remembered.

rS