Hey, goddesses. Welcome to Fashion Friday! Today we are talking about Pigments. In case you don’t know what pigments are and think I might have just cussed you out, they are finely ground colored powder –in this case used … Continue reading
I once said that one could be a feminist and not be supportive of abortion. Immediately, I was told all the reasons I was wrong and that feminism was about choice. I still choose not support abortion. I do not judge those who have had to make that choice, but will always encourage other options.
Today’s Spotlight is on a blog written from a different point of view of the Women’s March. One that is worth the read. ~Lisa
Yesterday I watched as thousands of women descended on our Nation’s Capital for the “Women’s March on Washington.” Women were called together in unity and solidarity, as the organizers of the march claimed to recognize that the diversity and vibrancy of women is what makes our country strong. They claimed that together they would stand for all women, and that together they would represent and defend the most marginalized among us. I’ll admit this sounds pretty good, and maybe even like something I could get behind.
The march’s official website displays the following quote by late feminist Audra Lorde: “It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.” The problem? Diversity is only appreciated and celebrated when it is the right kind of diversity. But what about diversity of thought? These women cannot “recognize, accept, and celebrate” that my thoughts and my beliefs are…
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“God is my co-pilot.” Like many sayings, it’s one that always seemed to be there. A statement of hope and guidance. Until the moment you really pay attention. That’s when it becomes laughable. If God is my co-pilot that means I have some kind of control.
A couple of weeks ago I took my first plane trip since I was 6 years old. After many decades and a different world, it counts as my first. Our pilot informed us that we were going to drive around to another runway only because the wind direction had changed ever so slightly. Being afraid of heights, I considered closing my window shade and concentrating on my books or music. But, curiosity got the best of me. I watched as the wings flexed and vented before take-off. I looked out as we soared far above the clouds. It was what I like to call Delightfully Terrifying. I loved every moment and plan on traveling more. In fact, if I had my way I’d become a future travel writer.
While we were above the clouds I thought about how much we put our trust into the hands of the pilots and staff every time we fly. Turbulence and turning were two things I could not completely get used to. There were times I could look at the shapes and colouring of clouds and prepare myself for the upcoming turbulence, but other times it was more unexpected.
The flight home was just as wonderful, yet, being after dark a little more concerning. The wonderful older gentleman sitting in seat 4B talked me through some of the rougher turbulence, as he informed me he had been traveling for 22 years and this was all normal. He talked to me about the view of Seattle and it was worth the night time view of the vibrant city.
It was on that flight home when I thought about how much flying is like living. We have no real control other than what we do in our own little section of the world. We trust that everything will turn out well and that the turbulence won’t last too long. Every once in a while, we end up with a seat mate who is a balance of good conversation and intelligent silence.
2016 has been another one of those years that has been a harsh lesson in learning to let go of expectations and how little control we really have. Many deaths have and sad times have happened to many. Yet. in years to come we will hold onto the memories that were good about the year.
We look forward to 2017 with the same hope in our personal lives that we go forward with every year.For me, 2017 will be the year of “Semper et deinceps”: Always Forward!
What will your theme be?
Ipsy seems to be one of those things that people either really love, or really hate. So here are some of the pros and cons of this bag. Pro. This is delivered in a cute little bag, that you can … Continue reading
The other week, I started planning my editorial calendar. Going through my old articles, I realized I have been very neglectful of the actual writing process of Being Artemis for the past year. What a year it has been!
Last year, I heard a little voice that asked, “Would you give up everything you have to have everything you ever wanted?” What a question! I thought I could… Except I would never give up my children. Then, I went on with my walk, because that’s what you do when you near little voices asking weird questions, just so we convince ourselves we aren’t really insane.
This year, I did just that. My marriage ended. I got a full time job. I moved into my first apartment. Last week, I financed my first car and am trying to come up with things to sell in the next three weeks, so I can pay for it. I talk to my children every day and we see each other often. I am living the life of a millennial at the age of 42. Only, I have no real social life to speak of. (After I wrote that last sentence, my cat looked horribly offended).
I have had friends write and call to tell me they are simultaneously concerned and admire all I have done in such a short time. I tell them not to fret, but there are many nights I cry myself to sleep and am fearful of what I have done.
Yet, I have a lot to be thankful for, as I have many blessings.
- My children. I love them more than anything. They are the most wonderful people I know and I can’t imagine life without them. My daughter was the reason the Facebook page continued through the summer months.
- My cat. We met on Halloween night. Now, she’s lying on my chest as I type. She is highly intelligent, has a fascination with my tablet and anything that moves. She has listened to my French and guitar lessons. She has put a paw on my face when I cried and cuddles every chance she gets.
- My friends. They have fed me and helped me without asking anything in return. They have been great cheerleaders.
- My apartment. When I was younger, I had ideas on what I wanted in a home. This has it all. It is the cute in so many ways.
- My job. My plan is to go back to blogging, freelancing, and selling through my Victory Rose online shop, next year. But, my job has been a great stepping stone. I am forever grateful for that.
Next year, I want to make this blog go full force. My original plan was about reaching women who felt alone, hopeless, or had low self esteem. If I can get one other person to not feel as I did for so many years, I will be a success. Once this blog gets more of a following, I want to start a meetup where we can encourage one another and learn extra skills and/or share or talents.
Being Artemis is about being who you are meant to be. It isn’t always easy and it is terrifying. But, if you want something enough, anything can happen.
What are you thankful for today?
Nowadays everyone is always worried about what they look like.
If they’re skinny enough. If they’re tall enough. If their clothes and makeup are perfect and expensive. But by the standards of the world it will never be “Good enough”. What the world views as “Perfect” is Always changing.
Comparing yourself to the models in magazines and on billboards and getting upset that you don’t look like them is like comparing yourself to a Barbie doll and getting upset that you don’t look like it.Because the pictures in magazines are just as fake as a barbie doll. Even if the article says “Look how comfortable this celebrity is with how they look.” the picture is still digitally touched up to make them look skinnier or have a better complexion or something.
But just as I am saying you shouldn’t feel bad for not always looking perfect it doesn’t mean you must always wear a potato sack and look like a slob.
It’s good to look nice. It’s good to wear nice clothes, or do your hair, or wear a little makeup. If it makes you happy even better. But you shouldn’t compare what you look like after that to what others look like.
I want to go to beauty school. I want to learn how to do hair and makeup to make people look better. Not because I think they need lots of products to look nice, but because I know from experience that a good look can boast your confidence dramatically.
Makeup and dressing up is fun. But it’s not everything. It is more important to be a good person than it is to look good. I have seen many told they are ugly without makeup, or that they wear too much makeup and look fake. If anybody says that to you then know it is not you that is wrong. They are wrong for not giving you a chance.
We all seem to think we always need to be perfect for everyone. That’s where most of us go wrong and get confused with what WE want to do.
We can never be completely perfect, but we can try our best. Not try our best to be what someone else wants us to be. But what You want You to be.
You don’t have to be what you don’t want to be for anybody, even if they are close to you. You should never change just because someone tells you too. If they say they are giving you advice say thank you then think about, and decide for yourself if it is truly the best thing for you.
No one knows you better then yourself. Even if sometimes you may need to take a day to reintroduce yourself.
There are all kinds of people and we are all different. Nobody should expect you to fit into their little mold.
Never let someone make you feel less of yourself just because you are not what they want.