But the really great thing that I did for my website was complete my manifesto. Here it is. I love it.
bJO's Manifesto
I am a woman. An artist. A lover. I make jewelry. resin. and other adornments.
I believe in happily ever now before happily ever after.
I love the internet; the blogosphere; the twitterverse; the flickrdom. I love Google and google everything.
I spend a wallop of my time overwhelmed and swallowed up by the relentlessness of time.
I believe everyone should have a creative outlet to let their inner child out.
I become obsessed with learning about different lifestyles and the way people live.
I am at my peak when I am learning new things.
I’ve never been more happy than when I am outdoors with friends and my four legged companion.
When my cheeks hurt so bad its like they’ve done a thousands sit-ups, I know its been a great day.
I grew up believing everyone finds their happy ending and that true love and excitement are birthrights.
I love dancing in my living room.
I talk to my dog/cat like they are the Buddha.
I root for the underdog and care passionately about preserving the good that makes us human.
I wish all of us women could rest unwavering in the sureness of our worth, daily.
I am attracted to people who dream big.
Sometimes I love drinking too much wine.
I believe in magic. ghosts and love.
I am intrigued by ‘a deeper truth’.
My friends find comfort in that I am the last to judge and the first to smile.
Silliness is a virtue, somewhere.
I believe everything happens for a reason and its up to you to determine what that reason is.
Reading for hours is like lingering all afternoon in bed with a lover.
Happiness is a choice, and anything less is stubborn procrastination.
My feeling is that life is meant to be lived big, bold, and wonderfully.
I am a foodie.
I achieve to make the world a better place than when I found it.
2 comments:
This is wonderful. So are you. You are the essence of womanhood. I love your thoughts. Thanks for sharing. Smile hard.
great list!
your beauty shines through!
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