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Goal Planners You Can Customize

I've done weekly planners. I've done monthly calendars. What could be missing from the DIY coloring collection?  Goal Planners,...

Goal Planners You Can Customize

I've done weekly planners. I've done monthly calendars. What could be missing from the DIY coloring collection? 

Goal Planners, of course... 

Calendars You Can Color

I've already shared the weekly planners with you guys. Now I'm back to share the monthly calendars. You can color these in, however you want. If you want, send me a picture of your design and I'll post them on here!

Day Planners

Today, I'm sharing a few day planners with you. The first three are made using the Canva app. If you haven't checked it out yet, I highly recommend it. You can create your own printables, such as day and week planners. Even calendars. There's pretty much nothing you can't make using the Canva app. 

The best thing you can make are amazing instagram posts.

Crystal Ball (Horror Short)

She looked at the crystal ball in front of her, watching the woman on the other side waving her hands over the orb. Every thought in her head was riddled with disbelief. She had no idea why Angela wanted her to do this. More so, why she didn't come along to the session. It wouldn't have been her first time seeing the psychic. When asked, Angela said that she didn't want her vibrations to interfere with the session. Oh well. The woman started humming as her hands began swirling more rapidly. A look came over her face, showing in her wrinkled skin. It was a mix of concern and sympathy. She slowly brought her hands away from the ball.
"Look inside." She instructed. Strange, but it was probably just a part of the gimmick. It was likely that Angela had already told the psychic everything about her. That way, it would seem like she was getting an accurate reading. She peered into the orb anyway, squinting at the swirling colors. Much to her surprise, they started taking form. Blues and greens started blending into a picturesque scene of a warm summer day. The sun shining brightly with only a few fluffy clouds overhead. Of course, her view quickly fell to the ground of the scene. She could see herself, walking through the green grass. Occasionally scooping down to pick a flower to add to her growing scrapbook collection. Admittedly, she was a bit of a hoarder, especially when it came to Stationary and art supplies. This was different though. Very different. Instead of placing the flowers into her purse, where she would normally put them for safe keeping, she handed them off to someone else. She waited for the second person to become clear. She waited for what felt like an eternity. Nothing. It was as though the second person was just out of focus, just enough that she couldn't make out any details. Suddenly, the picturesque scene became red. Not like a forest fire. It was a deep, dark red, ike blood. It poured from the sky, soaking through the clouds. It covered the once green grass, tainting ask the flowers with the crimson color. The scene was buried in the liquid, as though the crystal ball itself was now covered in blood. She moved back, looking across the table. The psychic was no longer there. She could feel a strange sensation in her chest, similar to burning. As she looked down, she saw the same crimson color. It was coming from her. Falling forward, she looked back at the crystal ball. The second figure was now in focus.

It was the psychic.

Delicious Goodies

I ate 4 of those in 5 minutes, that's how good they are.

I don't know if I'd eat so much sugar if I didn't have crippling depression. I know that stuffing came into my face makes me happy for a few minutes. It's a bandaid, not a solution. If I've learned anything about human beings over the last 2 decades of studying them, it's this: We are NEVER looking for a solution. We LOVE everything the easiest way possible. We are also creatures of HABIT, which means that no one really does well with "change". Ah, but life is constantly changing, isn't it? If you're not experiencing a change on a regular basis, it's because you're already dead. I know, I have a sick sense of humor, don't I? I don't mean dead in a literal decaying sense of the word, I mean dead spiritually. We can only grow as individuals when we are challenged. The biggest challenge is: change. Therefore, without change, we cannot grow. Or so I've heard it said.

Those who know me, my daily life, probably think nothing ever changes for me. I do the same things every day. I'm stuck in a cycle of patterns. But in my head, everything is always changing. It's actually pretty annoying, to be honest.

The other day, I bought these mason jar glasses for everyone in the house. I saw a video on YouTube for Sangria's and I wanted to make a pitcher. I haven't tried it yet. Sorry. You won't be seeing any pictures of amazing Sangrias with frozen fruit ice-cubes. Not yet, at least. But last night, I wanted a coffee. And hot chocolate. I'm fairly indecisive. So, I came up with a compromise using hot chocolate powder and instant coffee mix. WOO! This is what you're going to see pictures of...

Doesn't it look delicious? I thought it would be a lovely way to, kind of turn the day around, you know? I made drinks for the roommates, too. They didn't get the fancy ones with cupcakes. They got boring ones, like this:

These are boring

Unfortunately, it didn't really work. I felt AWFUL after drinking mine. Maybe it was just too sweet, maybe it was just the stress. I was still running over everything I hadn't said in my emails. That can be extremely stressful. It's like, knowing you have a lot to say and not being able to figure out how to say it. I think I really saw a new side of myself as well. As much as I like to think I've got more control of my emotions, it's hard to walk the line between my disassociation disorder and how I'm really feeling. I ran through so many awful comments I thought about sending. But, I had to sit myself down and ask myself; "why?". I didn't understand why I was thinking about these nasty thoughts. I knew I was hurt and conflicted and frustrated. In the end, I just couldn't let it go and I had to wrap up what was left of my thoughts and, kind of throw them into a bottle and drop them in the ocean. I didn't know if my words were ever going to find eyes, let alone the eyes of the person I was writing to. So that's basically what it felt like.

The last few days are blurring together now. There's been a lot of stress and an overload of information. I think it'll do me good to take a break. That said, I'm basically going to be drawing for the next few days. I'm going to avoid writing or thinking or feeling. You know, I'm so good at that. Or, I thought I was. I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe that's a good point of reference for reflection. I'll consider that.

What An Ugly Ride

Wow. What an ugly ride.

Of course, I took the previous post down. If you read it, cool. If not, you're not missing out on anything but extended family drama, if you can call someone like that family. It's funny, to me, that she said this family is poison. I've always said the same thing, but I've never been on the receiving end of the ordeal. It does seem like the crazy gene STAMPEDES through this bloodline, from my grandmother to my siblings and every extension in between. Some of us have learned to accept that we are flawed. In doing so, putting ourselves one step above the rest. Well, theoretically. I don't believe anyone is "better" than anyone else. We learn at different rates, even when it seems like a snail's pace. No matter what journey we embark on, each and every one of us ends up at the same destination. So, nothing really matters when you look at it that way.

I don't need to grow up in order to understand where crazy comes from. I know it well. I've lived around it, inside and outside. I also learned about managing those impulse control problems. Let's break it down to what it really is. Her rapid responses indicate no thought was put into the replies. Her string of messages indicates her own inability to think before she speaks. She taps the "send" button faster than the speed of light. There is so much left unsaid when you don't take the time to articulate your responses. Or any communication for that matter. Yes, some of us over think a simple email to the point we don't even send it. But there's a balance between thinking so hard you never send something and taking a few minutes to make sure it's really what you want to say.

I don't ever say anything with the intention of hurting other people. That's not my style. When my ex-boyfriend told me to kill myself, I didn't stoke the fire. I didn't answer at all and I let him come to his own conclusion that it was entirely too harsh to say that to someone. I am critical. I know that. It comes across as judgment in EVERYONE'S eyes. I'm basically paving the road to my own hell. I mean well, I do. These "judgments" are actually a concern. I know it's a touchy issue, but, I do think that sometimes people need to be shown their flaws in order to improve themselves. I just think that some people don't realize the way they act or treat people is actually toxic. People like her are being true to themselves, sure. But you can't hurt other people just because it's too hard to be nice. There's a balance between being an asshole and just taking care of yourself. Do you follow?

If you don't follow, I don't blame you. Truthfully, I've ranted so much today that my fingers are sore and aching. I guess something like this really puts things into perspective. I can safely say I am grateful, probably for the first time since we moved here, of the distance I have from the drama. I am 600 miles away. All I have to deal with is angry emails and hearsay over text. That means I can still sleep easy because the drama is so far away. It definitely helps that after the initial shock of the horrible things she said and the way she said it all, autopilot kicked back in. I am also grateful for my disassociative state of mind, even if it is toxic in the long run. It certainly helps at times like this.

More Journaling Cards

I'm just sharing a few more Journaling cards I made using the Canva app.