Sleepy Sundays: Broken Glass

Broken Glass
Broken Glass

This photo-artsy floral was inspired by a fancy centerpiece I accidentally broke once upon a time. Rumor had it this was an expensive little number. I stayed quiet about it most of the day until I became swallowed by guilt and confessed.

Have you ever broken something expensive? Does guilt tell on you too?

Have a peaceful Sunday!

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Cards on the Table

It was actually the man I love that came up with that title. So credit to him this time around. After all, he knows me better than most. I’m working on changing that. Perhaps this is the first step. Today I’m opening up a bit more, and telling you all the story of Daydreams, the only way I know how.

Face to face.

 

I had to look some of you in the eyes when I told you that she is somewhat a figment of mine and your imagination.

Now by me saying this, I am not simply tossing out anything I ever told you as falsehood.

No, that is far from the truth.

The truth is, I wanted to be able to share the better parts of me without my bitter or broken parts dragging you down.

She is merely my internet persona – or better yet, my writing voice. When I speak to you as I’m speaking now, I am largely being myself, but I am in-character. You can tell the difference between me (J, that’s as much as I can tell you about my name for now. You’ll see me credited in some places as J.W or J. Weston.) and Daydreams by how we speak. Daydreams is bubbly and fun, and well, I am real; flawed. You can find it in these videos sometimes stumbling or being my dorky, awkward self.

I’m sure you will have many questions. I’ll answer them all to the best of my ability.

OR

You can save them for the Q&As we’ll be doing next week. 😉