Waking up and feeling unsure is common amongst many of us. You're repeating the same routine, but trying harder everyday, yet things seem to remain the same. Depression, anxiety, no motivation? Keep trying. Do anything to pull yourself out of the negative thoughts that you may have. Go outside and walk, even if only for 5 minutes. Get yourself a coloring book or a canvas ( dollar tree $1.50) and just color or paint yourself a picture. You'd be surprised how the little things

Have you ever just gotten kicked in the teeth by life? No matter how good you are, or how much you help others... you continuously get a raw deal? Is your brain just constantly moving with ideas, but you ultimately can't find a way to capture them, write them down, and make them a sensation? Do you feel like you're losing your shit? I've created this blog just for like-minded folks that can share our comments and stories with each other without judgement or prejudice. An unor

What is it about dreaming of being someplace else in the world that makes me so angry? I hate dreaming because it seems that my dreams never come fucking true! Think it into existence they say...Manifest the things you want, and they will appear. Now that's some funny shit! Every time I woke up throughout the night, all I could think of was my dreams. The dream of sleeping in a big potato. Crazy, yes, I know! Most people dream of going to Cancun, Bahamas, Mexico. Me, I dream

When your mind has a beautiful creation in mind... but that idea doesn't reach your hands! LOL Just another day, another trial-and-error moment. Put it down for now and try again later! Have a beautiful day!

Free Spirits Corner! We believe that it most definitely can! Here at FSC, we design, craft, and paint what we feel...whether it be a canvas, a bottle or bag. Whether the mood was happiness, sad or pissed off...we create! It frees up space in our minds to be able to focus on the more tedious moments of the day to day...you know, work, cleaning the house...the things we love. In a perfect world, if we were in a bad mood or just didn't feel like going in, we could call our bos

Today I regained focus. Today I felt the need to take out the acrylics, the brushes and the canvas. The holidays are here again and the one thing I know for sure is that my favorite part of it all is the tree...Just the Tree! No garland or tinsel. No lights, no decorations. Nothing flashy that will take away from its natural beauty...Just the Tree!

“I gave up on showing myself to people. There isn’t anyone that would be a “soulmate”, a spouse, or whatever the correct term is for it these days. I don’t feel that I trust people in that sense anymore…people suck, and I don’t trust to not get hurt again, because if I did…I don’t know what I may do!” “As I sit in my room and listen to my mom screaming for me I just cringe. I know she just wants the best for me, but she doesn’t understand that my failing grades ar

Good evening. I am here with you again today to say today was a little better. Although the pain and anguish are still present, I am focused and motivated to turn this day around. Yes, my day is just starting in the evening...so what, everyone's days start at different times! Whether it's 5am, 12pm, 6pm, or midnight, when you wake up and feel the motivation in your spirit...get to work!

The constant battle of life continues to roar at me. I began a journey as an entrepreneur a couple of years ago. I used my savings to get started. I worked an evening job until I was able to build up the clientele and was able to quit. It was a small cleaning company with just me and one other worker at the time. I hired on a few family members per diem, because they really weren't into cleaning peoples' homes like I was. But they were available in a pinch just in case someth

What does the insane look like? Is it the man walking down the highway with the tank top on, dirty jeans, unmatched boots, and disheveled hair? Is it the man with the shopping cart full of bags that overflow with random treasures that he’s collected while walking through the neighborhood begging for cash? Is insanity the woman talking to herself as she paces back and forth in front of the grocery store, singing into an imaginary microphone? This is what a lot of people f