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Do you have something you need to get off your chest? Have you ever wanted to share a confession with the world, without the fear of any judgment?
It's not too late to be a part of the first special edition issue of RAW Zine.
Tell us a secret. It can be silly, hopeful, heartbreaking, provocative — anything. All submissions made are completely anonymous. Just visit here to find out more.
P.S. Every submission comes with an illustration of yourself!
IT’S FINALLY HERE.
Over the past few weeks, my friend Mirae and I have been working on a lil’ project. I’m so happy to say that the first issue of our zine, RAW, is now out! We put all our heart into this, so it would mean so much to me if you could give it a read and let me know what you think. Hopefully you’ll find something that resonates with you.
Lots of love, Amy
Sober day 4 #ndn
The great thing about other people is that they will never know your past. No one except yourself can know you in every context, or know your mind. We try and communicate. We think words, photos, emotion is enough. But you can never transport someone to a past version of yourself. Considering this limitation, it is ridiculous to allow other people to judge the validity of your decisions or life. They don’t see you with clarity or have the ability to adopt your perception and way of processing the world. Take all criticisms with a grain of salt. When you have tapped into your core and know your essence- any external judgement, from society or an individual- needs to be assessed on your own terms.
A comment was made from someone close to me, regarding my No Drink November. Telling me it was a write off and half-assed. The thing about personal health is that it is idiosyncratic. Everyone is at a different place with their mental, physical, and spiritual health. And every person needs to decide what health means to them. They needs to incorporate measures that are realistic and attainable for them. If someone decides that once a week they will not consume fast food- it is up to no one but themselves to decide if that is enough. If someone decides they will jog for 15 minutes a day- it is up to no one but themselves to decide if that is enough exercise. If someone who has at least one drink a day decides they want to commit to one month sober- it is up to no one but themselves to decide if that is enough time.
You never know where someone started, or what it took to bring them to a better place. Everyone’s pace and everyone’s path is so different. Your knowledge of what other people think and feel, what their desires and cravings are, is vastly limited. What people choose to share and what you assume will never be sufficient grounds to assess the validity of someone’s approach to improving their life.
Yes, a month isn’t a year. A month isn’t a lifetime. But it’s a start. Setbacks can happen and I’m not willing to assume a perfect version of myself will transpire ever. Provided I stay in tune with my deep self and focus on my health and awareness, I will be fine. It’s not a matter of discipline, will power, or commitment- purely making choices that nurture my being on every realm. If I can dwell in that frame of mind, growth will occur. I’m not here to judge my relapses and setbacks, bringing more negativity and pain into my life. I’m here to live in harmony with myself and with others.
It’s vital to have love for your demons. Meet pain with patience. Life isn’t to be had, it’s to be experienced. You would see no light without darkness. I do not aspire to be completely happy. I aspire to live at my natural pace, to bridge the gap between my deepest needs and my actions, I want a life that teaches me gratitude and appreciation through challenges and successes. I’m not going to be perfect, and I’m making peace with that.
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
Ira Glass
Scott C. Bakken
I swear to every heaven ever imagined, if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare from the grave so he can tell them every reason why he wishes he were born in a time where he could have a damn Gmail account. The day after I taught my mother how to send pictures over Iphone she texted me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row. Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful. But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive clubwhile the rest of us fall in love over Skype. Send angry letters to state representatives, as we record the year’s first sunrise so we can remember what beginning feels like when we are inches away from the trigger. Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did. Hashtag you’re a pretentious asshole. Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day. Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words. Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account, and we all would have checked it every morning while we snapchat our coffee orders to the people we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes. This life is spilling over with 85 year olds rewatching JFK’s assassination and 7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos. Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting what my fathers voice sounds like. No longer must we sneak into our families phonebookto look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend. No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like or how grasshoppers procreate. I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulipsin public parks on my cellphone and you will continue to scoff and that is okay. But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search how to say “I love you” in 164 different languages.
(via fadedaisies)
Some beautiful things happen when the sun sets
