i have a few (ok, many-) things that i have picked up from thrift stores and random shops all the way from los angeles to austin and everywhere in between. things i love, but things that need to be released, set free, let GO. after all, i bought it all to sell anyway. good stuff. to this end, i am photographing, writing descriptions for and getting ready to sell most of these rad things. things that i have held captive, schleppled around and basically held hostage for too too long.
maybe i’m sentimental. maybe i cling to certain things longer than i should. maybe i’m just a huge pain in the ass. whatever. the point is it takes me FOREVER to make certain decisions — anyone who has known me/been with me/been my friend/is my friend knows this fun little fact. frankly, i exhaust myself. i hold myself hostage to ideals that can never be met and to tomorrows that may not ever come. its funny how we do that. i know someone who is going through a divorce. this person’s marriage partner won’t sign the piece of paper. won’t let it be done. the unhealthy tie remaining intact even though they have both moved on — held hostage. um…yeah! GOOD TIMES. why do we do this to others? why do we do this to ourselves? why keep holding on to stuff that isn’t really ours anymore? i’ve been trying to liberate myself from a lot of configurations and arrangements lately. i’ve been the hostage, the prisoner, if you will. starting my own lil’ biz and liberating myself from the corporate jungle/world of hell is one thing. letting go — really letting go — of expectations of other people, places and things is another. i have taken my share of hostages, too — (oh what fun for everyone!). i have held on longer than i should, kept unrealistic expectations alive. in the slow slow SLOW process of awakening, i now know that sometimes it’s best to let go, set things free. that happens to be many things for me, and maybe for you, as well. but today i’ll start with few atomic era treasures, remembering that only i hold the key to my version of freedom. and i shall be released.
©littlebrownbutterfly
photo taken by amandapandabananafanafofana elmore.
“atomic era treasures” – holy cow, so beautiful.
It’s strong, beginning to end – but, “atomic era treasures” – the cadence alone makes me weak in the knee.
thank you my phil phil phil. still — you have me beat out with “the mango has loose morals”. (i suppose it does…!)