Blog- Creating with Nicole

Backing away from capitalism

I am beginning to see the horrid effects capitalism can have on a person.

Must always grow, make more money rah rah rah.

The world is very hostile to this, and revolts. We are tired. I am so tired.

My live has such a small amount of joy in it.

Not becuase there isn’t tons of joy around me. I am blessed.

And so now, it would make more sense to prepare to be more self sufficient as possible for the homestead.

War may be coming. Best be prepared to feed anyone I can within reason (I reckon my parents will be good lol)

Anyhow (remember to have them over for supper for the really good recipes)

Continue to lighty train Steve. How does ginger ale homemade.

Start saying it out loud. In anticipation of the war. I’m quitting capitalism.

One day at a time. Even in a new job. You can further progress your office space /sacred space / craft room.

Finish the paint plz. I know we needed that ray of sunshine fast but oof those lines hehehe

Can’t wait to have fun with the hooks LOL remember try to fix yourself in here a little. Get wood and fix holes, retry

My house and soon to be paid off.

Things will be much simpler at that point. Keep the big vehicle. Nice and clean too. YEAH buy her. Learn mechanics from Steve. You may not have him as long as we’d like… Unless.. We really can quietly train him now I think - honestly as long as he has his own happiness it will be a perfect pair LOL

OK, time for bed.

Patience

Found myself at the new Thai Express in New Minas.

At lunch time, within weeks of them opening…. When all the staff are still getting their groove (Oops)

Oh well.

This gave me the time to practice some in the moment meditation and breathing, keeping me calm and observant while waiting for my food.

Happy I did, there was one confusion over orders due to the volume of people but I like to think I handled it with grace and maybe even rubbed off on the staff and other patrons. We laughed it off and all of us enjoyed our food.

Also I know it’s silly but the Pad Thai from Thai Express is a favorite. Even if my mouth is on fire while I write this.

Shifts

I can tell my work ethic is shifting to focus on writing more.

I’m very excited.

I am starting to imagine what my perfect day could look like. If finances weren't a factor and I could simply exist comfortably.

(yes clearly imaginary lol)

I wake up to the sunrise, no alarm needed.

Take in the news from bed while coaxing the critters onto the bed (coaxing fails, they want breakfast LOL)

I get up, get curled up in my Oodie and start the day.

First, feed critters

Make tea

Make a breakfast

Consume the tea and breakfast over more news or other reading materials.

Time to do a quick clean up and head upstairs (ideally for 9am still maybe?).

Time to write! First step, check emails. Then check analytics to see where theres traction on pages.

Write

Hit a block? Break (snack, walk, stretch, chore)

9-3 work days

Stick to the times, it’ll let the brain breathe and create new ideas.

Enjoying the collection

As I've been waiting for the spring thaw to arrive i’ve been enjoying completely disassociating from what’s happening in the world.. And finding joy in rummaging through my book collection.

Today’s book was a trip back in time with New Rules by Bill Maher

Published in 2005 right in the thick of the Iraq war and technology advancements.

Some rules still apply today, it’s scary how little has changed in the US in 20 years… but there’s also been progress.

This page made me snicker with the cute play on words and the rant underneath it making Bill sound like a cranky old man.

A lot of God and gay references. Like a lot.

This is what I mean by little has changed.

This image just made me giggle

I feel like his heart was in a good place with this rant. I think? Just everything about it needs rewording for the modern day.

I would love to give our different treats over the holidays! But alas, capitalism.

I’m keeping the pages I liked and sending the rest to recycling. That was (most likely) a mass produced book from 20 years ago, it’s better if it becomes an egg carton at this point.

I plan to use the kept quotes to inspire some creative writing projects in the future!

Do we care anymore?

I sometimes wonder if the human race is losing its ability to care.

We have “evolved” to a place where the artificial currency we created (money) is all that seems to matter and other humans are just seen as something in the way.

I can’t help but wonder if we are heading into a world where there is no more progress to make, we’ve forgotten our roots and going forward it’s simply misery and trying to fill a void.

Food is sold for a profit. And will sooner be thrown out than donated or reduced in price.

Heat and electricity is sold for a profit.

There is no option to exist where it isn’t expensive.

There is a growing community of “rough living” but they are seen as a nuisance.. I know there is mental health concerns among some unhoused people but here in my Province you can’t tell me we went from a few hundred unhoused people to a few THOUSAND simply because of addiction or mental health. There is a societal problem here. People do not care.

Quite a few years ago now, I remember my co-worker talking about how their house was build, a group of friends got together with some materials and just built a house for them. Even then telling the story (circa 2010/2011) she mentioned that you’d never see that these days. This has been coming for many years now, government can’t be blamed because there’s been so many changes since that time.

Simply put, society has changed and they do not care.

I have no solution to this problem. It seems we go through this in history every few hundred years (although is seems to be happening faster now).

Hopefully kindness will come back in style soon. Or climate change will take us out finally.

Honestly I’m happy with either option at this point.

Over working

* It's funny how easily I can get distracted these days.

Perfectly thought out ideas just whish away.

* I'm working too much...

Twice this week I caught myself snapping back to reality from a fog.

Delilah's face definitely hit the hardest, her innocent and lonely face.

The second time was the Halloween candle. I lit it, than opened the work laptop and

forgot about it. That candle is too expensive to waste behind work.

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