The Modern Emily Post

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with distinct pleasure that I announce I am 1 final exam away from finally being qualified to tell you what to do;organization wise. Now, now, I know you’re not as excited as I am. But I want you to know, you’re on the ground floor of what could be a very good thing. In all the text books I’ve been consuming, one thing stuck out: There is no organizational expert for the modern maiden, or man. With chapters dedicated to video cassette organization and paper catalogues, I think I’ve struck upon my niche. Or perhaps, it’s struck upon me. I will be able to create streamlined systems for the tech we have and the clouds we depend on. I will also be capable of parring down your clutter and building new habits and routines. Which will save you time, energy and lead you toward living the life you want. So, as I sit down to take the test that will seal my organizational fate, I’m revved up and ready to become the Modern Emily Post. And I will Post, right here;)

The Modern Emily Post

The Starving Artist: Chapter 52: Learning To Say No

As an artist I have found myself being asked to provide my craft for free. To perform for exposure. Without thought to effort, time or cost. And in the past I have taken all those gigs; anything just to share my talent with an audience. Gaga says it best: ‘I live for the applause.’ Now, as an artist I know it’s difficult to quantify what my craft is worth. But I know for dang sure it’s not free. And I cannot live on the applause.

So, lately I’ve found myself expanding my vocabulary. And I’ve found comfort in one tiny word: NO. So small but so mighty. Oh yeah. It feels good. Like taking back the power position in my art. And making a choice to make art instead of flinging as much as possible at the wall; hoping for something to stick. If I choose what I do, when, for what and why, I can hold myself to a higher standard. I become a creator with passion instead of pressure. Cuz if all I’m doing creatively is taking on more so I can take on more, then all those important and paying gigs are devalued. And if I devalue my art, how could I expect anyone else to see it’s worth?

Since I’ve started using no, I’ve noticed the yeses increasing. Now, I know that the universe is about balance. So, turning something off, turns something else on. When you start rewarding yourself the universe congratulates you and gives you a, wait for it, reward. By saying no, you can decide who you want to be as an artist- and better focus on that. You can start creating better art for a better world. But seriously now, don’t get me wrong, I love freebies. I can’t say no to a promo gift bag;)

The Starving Artist: Chapter 52: Learning To Say No

Karmic Eyes Are Watching You

Ah, Karma, you are a slippery vixen. Just when I think I’ve gotten myself balanced, I tip the scales. Usually in the wrong direction. As soon as I’m on the right track, I derail myself. Sigh. Now, I consider myself an even-Steven-er-Stephanie…but there are days when my big fat mouth gets me into karmic debt. Yesterday, I came to realize that being funny and being mean aren’t that far apart. They are bunkmates at Camp Karma. Stacked on top each other, giggling all night and keeping the counsellors on their toes. Truth and daring each-other into trouble…Now, I don’t want to be the person who refuses a dare, but perhaps I shouldn’t let mean bully funny into being, well, mean. Thankfully, the target of my weakness seeking missile was unaware of the joke-plosion, but Karma, oh yeah she was watching, taking note and making plans for the swift return to balance.

Karma is a universal version of the grade school honour system… it’s that self-governing honesty. Simple concept, difficult application. On a daily basis I’ve used it in the school yard, at the dinner table and as a grown up- the workplace and my relationships. It’s used for finishing all your homework. When dodge balls whiz, we use it to call ourselves out. For keeping eyes closed without peeking. Only having one dessert. Not to snoop for Xmas gifts hidden throughout the house. It’s used for keeping a secret, no matter how juicy. Karma just wants us to try being good. It’s not about punishment. Though there are a few karmic redemptions I’d like a front row seat for.*insert villainous cackle Aww shoot- there goes a few more karma points.

Balance is tough, when you’re top heavy… Top heavy from my overactive brain, what were you thinking? I spend most of my time trying to be good. A good friend, actress, daughter, blogger and wife. Though not always that order. Hubby is a big fan of positive intention. Whereas Momma reminds me; When in doubt- Shut it. I generally hover somewhere in the grey middle. So, for now Camp Karma, I would like to issue a formal apology for my big fat trouble making mouth…what’s that? I have to apologize to my unwitting victim? Ummm, how about an anonymous muffin basket instead? I’ll sign your name on the note. Cuz I’m guessing but even Karma can’t have enough good Karma…right?

P.S. I also apologize for smashing that icky yucky silverfish, but he scared me and all I could think was how he was going to shimmy himself into my ear-canal, but you get it, you’ve seen them…. Eww.*insert hee-bee gee-bees shutter

Karmic Eyes Are Watching You