Forgive me Father, it’s been over a week since I last blogged.
I’ve been contemplating some things. But there’s the dilemma. Blogs like extrovertion, sharing thoughts and ideas frequently. Soul, likes introversion, contemplation. Who will dictate the pace, blog or soul?
And will the practical soul find a way of satisfying the needs of both. Well I should hope so…that is her job. Well, that’s a matter for more contemplation. I’ll get onto it…. report back later.
In the meantime, on my current contemplation. This past week or so, I’ve been working on all the things the loveliest blogs have…a designed banner, a photo of me, sign up boxes etc etc….
On the technical side I, only now, know what a blissful state of ignorance I have been living in…..getting help with that.
On the design side…all quite delightful
On my appearance for the photo…well it’s been surprisingly distressing.
I always maintain, that I like to look at someone and see them, see the person shining out at you. If the clothes, make up etc present themselves to the world on your behalf then you are lost.
I like things natural but was advised….things need to be different for a photo …you need hair, make up, maybe some styling and colours that show up well for a really good photo. And so I plunged into the whole thing and gave my appearance more time energy and attention than I think I have in the whole of the rest of my life put together.
I went for a professional make up but ended up wearing a mask of make up. I was gone, my face metaphorically buried and was surprised at how distressed I felt about this. So was Steven, the make up artist. There’s further make up shopping escapades but to make a long story short, I did my own hair and make up for the photo, wore clothes in colours I love and feel happy that it’s me there. It remains to be seen how it looks posted online!
The antidote….I now want to go make up less and wear tracky bottoms for maybe a month or so to recover from the whole episode.
In retrospect, I’m really grateful for that strong inner need for authenticity in all things and my instant inauthenticity detector.
Let’s see what the photo looks like.
Edit. The photograph I was talking abou in this post was the one taken for my original blog, the practical soul which has now stepped aside for with integrity. I’d learned by then and the photograph on the with integrity site was one taken in my back garden without a professional preener in sight.