Eccentric Tea Woman

  When I am about to embark on something new, I get so excited about it. For several days, I will devote much time and energy to the project in question, only to later notice how I may forget to work on it for one day. That one day extends into several and before I know it, I've forgotten to practice my violin, or paint enso, or promote my tea company on social media, or whatever is right in front of me. For years, I couldn't figure out why I procrastinated, especially when it involved something that I truly enjoyed. I literally found the answer yesterday - it's not about being lazy but rather being consistent. Apparently, many people have this problem due to focusing on the outcome rather than the process. I felt as though a light went off in my mind. The article was right: I was more focused on playing the song Eleanor Rigby on my violin rather than enjoying the learning process of getting there. I was more concerned with my tea company making money than actually enjoyin...

 I received word today that the gods and goddesses of old were still among us.  They have witnessed what we humans have become and now they want nothing more to do with us. Some of us, however, are worth "saving" and it is those precious few on whom they bestow their madness upon.  These precious few shriek and scream and dance among colours we have yet to see.  These precious few tell us that we are being watched and we give them a tin foil hat.  These precious few tell us that THEY can see us and we shun the messenger. I lied; I am one of the proud few, the one who can see them.  I refuse to scream but instead, give my gods flowers while they whisper words into my ears that will turn into books that no one can comprehend. I want to run away and hide yet they will always find me. I want to be normal and talk over a water cooler yet they laugh at my foolishness. All I can do is love my deities. All I can do is dream about my new life. All I can do.  Al...