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thanks for the cooperation.

made new,

Tracy

Music takes me places

As a firm believer in the art we call a tune, good music should still be good music despite perhaps the song's root of discovery--even if it's a tall tale movie about bloodsuckers.

Bon Iver alone has been a personal fav for a while so I support whatever endeavors they engage in. So do me a solid and

1. get a hold of the track, Roslyn by Bon Iver & St. Vincent.

2. lay down and close your eyes or go for a walk (mentally, or actually) in a picturesque scene, ideally involving tall trees and with a cooler than cool mild gusts blowing, while listening to it.

3. let your life in the few moments, soak up every note sung and every chord strummed.

4. Embrace both the celebrations and concerns that might come to mind.

Lost in the forests I call my mind,

T

Self-realization of the day

It's not about me, when often I am very adamant it is. Then it leads to this cycle of what I think is best for me and why I should be doing this or having that, which then consequently leads me to my great dramatic demise(s) and disappointments.

For now, I will keep the Carly Simon's musical endeavors on the side of the road.

Though the song isn't about me, the Arizona borderline is.

Love & some verses

Ode to Walt Whitman and his understanding of my 22 years young heart.

Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

December, what the what?

I expected a lot to come with the entrance of good ol' December. Many if not most things remain the same. How is that discouraging? How is it not the pessimist T asks. Lately I have had to make actual lists of things I'm grateful for and/or an itemized list of 12 why Jesus deserves my adoration. Things come up of course, but they are currently small. I blame the fact that my contacts are overdue to be renewed. But still, I cannot grasp a stable hold of my unmoving vehicle. Why is it so bumpy when its not even moving?

The job hunt continues to be my everest. And I have on a faux North Face, so easily it's definitely too cold for this climb. jfdhauishsohiws. It's actually gotten to a point where I considered being a yoga instructor or a chiropractic technician because those positions seem to be rampant in orange county. Time has flown and I can hardly catch up my breath. And yet I still have no idea how I am supposed to seek the Kingdom and all that is righteous.

I want to change the world, but still I sleep.

I'm either sleeping via daydreaming or going to the gymnasium. Unfortunately, less body fat does not fulfill my wonderment. But since it's the most wonderful time of the year, I will let the snow fall aka, hot winds, on my face and thank the good Lord for another day with laughter, friends, family, and good coffee.

Thanks for letting me take you on my usual roller coaster of self wallowing to outward praising. It's necessary I've learned and you've read it yourself.

This is about a girl who wants to change the world. So I will get up, since my faith has made me well.

Counting reindeers and blessings,

Tracy

Today I am human

Assuming I have an old alarm clock and make coffee every morning, I definitely woke up late and never plugged in the Mr. Coffee this morning. Or at least that was the vibe that was set for me today.

I interviewed at what seemed to be repetitiveville to where I attended to my failed attempts to find an actual place with actual interest and validity and actual income. To momentarily forget my efforts, I took myself to the Spectrum to do some retail therapy. I wish I catered to my physical health than my physical clothe but it is what is, I ams who I ams. Unfortunately, I was able to find some steals to ease my burdensome heart, but I was left still feeling defeated, plus more broke. And though I rarely admit defeat, today I was human. And all I could see was

And I let it get me down for a solid hour (this was during the time I was probably contemplating a quarter button-up striped men's tee, but still aching of course). And I actively kept in mind today's bible devotional and how it was about not complaining, because I ain't no Izzyraelite. But there I was, caught in the act. I guess I wasn't blatantly complaining, but it's clear now I was disguising it with an attitude of exhaustion and defeat. But I am human, and thank the Lord, He is a little more useful that I. So I took about two handfuls of deep breathes to realize again, He is good. And He wants me to see passed the instant picture. And that I just have to either focus or roll the window down.

Learning & Trusting,

T

What I've been up to

www.examiner.com/anaheim

Do me a solid1 and check out my first online article.

And maybe be an avid fan and continue to check while I work my little heart to produce something fashion worthy to read.2

Aside from dreaming to be a writer and discreetly threatening you readers to read even more of my foolishness, I've also taken an interest in denying jobs after interviews. It seems I can still afford to be a picky fool, but I'm getting maybe dis..cour....IF I SAY IT I WONT FEEL IT. DONE. So I'm still on the up and up wearing pencil skirts to make me feel more efficient so time will tell. Have a vague game plan for this weeks climb to Mt. Success.

He is good.3

That is the only/looming thought that has so forcefully surrounded me through these couple of days. But I am definitely looking forward to the morning.

1. I think it's a 60's term, or I'd like to think but I have always wanted to oddly say that.

2. I won't be impressive but I hope to provide sweet pics.

3. Hebrews 10:22-25 dang.