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Sorry for not posting for the past week.

I have been super busy just with general life things, in a couple of weeks I’m getting new lot of medication, just to improve my sleep more. I apparently have night terrors (I’ll write about it in a couple of weeks).

As well as working a couple days a week, it has been making me tired but not exhausted.

It was my 2 year anniversary last week monday which is the main reason why I didn’t post. I got him a couple of presents, like a speaker, note books, own little grooming kit. There was more but I can’t remeber the rest. I got to spend $100 at kmart! after that we had Nandos at around 4pm then later on after a movie or two we got Maccas (Mcdonald’s) at around 9:30pm.

I also have the Art Exhibition Launch on friday which I’m super excited about, they will announce the winner as well. I’m mostly excited about dressing up since it’s a cocktail event.

I probably won’t post till the end of this month, just because I am tired and I have so much going on this month as well.

Image was found on Pinterest

Question of the day: what is you’re favourite season?

Mines winter

Why I love art

Art is one of those things you can do whenever, where ever with what ever materials.

My art is drawing, I may not be able to sketch something without help but I know my shading brings it to life and that’s what excites me.

You know those Tumblr girl drawings?

Like this!

Well I would sketch it from a computer or Ipad and create it into this.

Of course it’s not perfect, but this is what I enjoy doing.

Some people say its “not art” only because I outlined the original. I say art will always be art, copied and traced or not so long as you’re happy with what you have created is all that matters.

Here are some more examples of what I’ve done.

I am currently working on right now
I did this a couple of years ago
I did this last year (it’s my bf :))

The first photo of the drawing I showed is right in front of me and gave me the idea to write about it. So that’s why it’s half done haha.

If you have been following me or have read a couple of my posts, you will know I have entered an art competition. As I was putting the artwork that I spent weeks on together the paper had gotten stuck on poster paper. I couldn’t be bothered re-cutting the paper so I tried to rip it off … well, well, well was that a terrible idea. The artwork ripped in three places so i had to quickly think of a solution.

My artwork was a huge brain full of mental health disorders as monsters behind a teenagers head. So I added in depth and not so much of texture (because i had 15 mins to hand it in). I then shoved it into the art frame… WHICH WAS TOO SMALL FOR MY ART.

At this point I had 10 mins before they closed the entry so I stuffed it and nearly ran to where the drop off is and made it in time.

Even though I handed it in, I honestly felt really disappointed I knew I could’ve done better but I will continue to manifest that first place prize.

I found the image on Pinterest

Question of the day: What is you’re favourite form of art?

Dot Journal

I love doing these, the whole art, keeping track of everything and writing!

Dot journaling gets my creative flows going, I get all my inspiration from pinterest (as always).

Pinterest is one of those apps where you can put some music on and spend hours just scrolling and gain the influence to start that project, whether it be big such as renovating that one part of the house or small such as crafting a diy project.

This is how I lay my journal out

I always start my journal with a cover page (illustrating each month). I guess it’s pretty self explanatory why, so you know where you’re at in the year

I then draw out a calander (some times I write it on the cover page as well) .

I then like to keep a money tracker only because I’m terrible at saving money so I need to track how well I’m doing (then I spend a “little” to treat myself).

On the next couple of pages I keep track of my sleep, how much I exercise and how much water I drink. Only because I want to see my sleep patterns (since it’s all over the place at the moment), I don’t normally exercise because of breathing problems but I am trying to improve myself, I never drink water so keeping track of it gives me a visualisation of how much I’m drinking.

Another thing that’s good to keep track of is your moods. If you’re similar to me I mood can go from 100-0 within a day so it’s nice to give an overall thought about how good/bad your day actually was. Even an anxiety tracker would be beneficial.

After that you’re free to do anything, like step by step drawings

Maybe plan out your ideal daily routine

what about a dream log for the week? (even a month if you really want to if you’re like me and have dreams that you remeber every night).

Or even a self care page!

There’s so much to write/draw about endless opportunities to get those thoughts out of you’re head in a creative, more straightforward and pretty to cast out the messy darkness of it all.

I don’t know about you but this really helps me a lot, and I tend to find the days I don’t journal are the bad days. I strive iff perfectionism so if I do a simple mistake I can’t just use white out, or even rip the page out because then it rips half the pages out so instead I have to buy a new journal. I know it sounds bad, and I can see it’s bad because i have currently 5 half used journals all because I messed up one page.

In saying that it does release a lot of mmm anxiety, some people read, others meditate, I prefer to relax in a creative way.

Found the image on pinterest which lead to https://leithandgray.co.uk/products/a6-tan-journal website as they actually sell the product (this is not sponsored I just wanted the picture)

Question of the day is: What activities do you do to relax?

I have survived

I don’t know about you but it certainly has been a crazy week for me.

my surgery went well and I have been diagnosed with endometriosis, which pains me so much. Now i have answers and instead of putting everything on hold not knowing why i’m in a great deal of pain I can now be treated.

Although during the week not even 48 hours after my surgery I ended back up in hospital at 11pm I did a pee test and the doctors ran a blood test, everything seemed normal but the urine test came back and said I had an infection …

Like, what!

I was prescribed some medication and went home at 3am only to go back for an ultrasound at 11:30am, it was a lot but I did it. I continued crying in pain for several days. Turns out I just needed to move my bowels haha. After I did so I felt like a new woman, I could move and not walk around looking like I was a pregnant lady. But hey if I didn’t go back up to the hospital they wouldn’t have found the infection.

Another update I have a new job!!

I am a cleaning lady at a lodge. Now you’re probably thinking ‘cleaning lady? how low in life are you in to be a cleaning lady?’ well actually after being in retail my whole working life I did a training day before my surgery and I loved it, the people there are super friendly, I’m not forced to interact or to talk to anyone. It is quite an independent job you just get there and do what you need to do! (surprisingly it pays really well too).

As for my art it is now due in 10 days and I’m no where close to finishing nor do I have everything I need to finish it. I still need A2 black paper and a frame. I keep panicking about this project making me procrastinate. Hopefully I’ll be close to finishing by the end of the week!

I’m back now! So if you’d like to chat follow and message my instagram @simplymessymind or email me at emma@simplymessymind.com

Question of the day is: do you prefer to be outside or inside and why?

I got the picture off of Pinterest, from the website http://www.fosterthefamilyblog.com/foster-the-family-blog-1/this-day-was-the-worst

Wattpad

Hey all,

I’ve decided to post my full story on wattpad, thank you for the two people who convinced me too they know who they are 😉.

So if you’re interested I will be posting weekly! starting from next week. I haven’t chosen which day since I may be getting a Job soon my routine will be based around my schedule.

Follow @SimplyMessyMind or my story is called ‘The Castles Unspoken Secrets’

If you don’t know what it is about I would recommend finding my two other posts, they are simplified versions of what’s in the chapters. Otherwise here’s the blurb.

From supernatural to love this story follows a girl named Ivory Shaw, who has lost her parents and can no longer stay with her aunty. Arriving at her new boarding school, with new friends and a potential love interest, Ivory won’t be able to tell what is real anymore.

Thank you!!!

if you have any questions follow my socials or email me

Snapchat: amazingemma48

Instagram: simplymessymind

email: emma@simplymessymind.com

The Castles Unspoken Secrets 🏰

A story in the making, created by me. This chapter is called Carriage

I place myself in chair 24, almost identical to the rest on this train but mine was lose. It squeaks like a mouse caught in a trap. As i settle myself down I hear a man asking for help, I perk my head up and leaned over to see if he was ok. No one was helping, not even acknowledging his existence right infront of them.

I stopped what ever I was doing to create my comfort and got up to help the man. Due to my analysis of him he looks to be in his late 40’s early 50’s, he was tall with very broad shoulders, his hair softly spiked up, out of his face with a silver tint. His eyes were hazel, mainly a light brown but with specks of emerald green.

I approached this man kindly “would you like me to help you sir?” I reach my hand out for his ticked to see if I could find his seat. His eyes admired me, his smirk of thanks spoke with out moving his lips. The man hands me his ticked “oh seat 33 that’s two rows behind mine!”

The man places his bag down in his seat and turns to me and said “thank you,” I nodded and I walk back to my seat a voice so rich and jovial was no more. He grabbed my arm so tight his nails could’ve carved into my bone “I said thank you,” He pulls me back towards him his voice now inhumane, a hybrid of human and animal. His eyes were not longer admiring me, pupils so small he could’ve been looking directly into the sun, the colour had changed to copper gold. The mans smile was no longer there, his mouth half open, his teeth enlarged.

I started to panic, I tried to mask it so he wouldn’t notice, my heart pounding so fast it starts to ache, my hands and feet creating puddles within themselves. The man had a strong grip, ‘will he let me go?’ I question myself. Thoughts going faster than a bullet train one after the other. I yanked my arm and dashed into my seat.

Letting out my breaths into the cold train air I had to take a moment to rethink what had happened, if it happened!? I look at my arm. No markings but it hurt as if it did. I had to look back, what if i quickly took a nap and that was a dream. It definitely was not a dream. I peaked my head between the two chairs.

Those eyes sharpened, looking at me like I was his prey. He saw not a soul but an opportunity, and my question was ‘his opportunity for what?’ My head throbs, pulsing so strongly i start to feel my own blood flow throughout my body, his stare made me weak, made me anxious. I aggressively blink more than the average person should, my vision was blurry and circling. I could only just make out the drooling dripping from his lower lip, foam forming from his mouth, his teeth structure could almost be identical to a dogs.

I ended up passing out as the train jerked itself awake, it was all too much. I couldn’t comprehend what just happened but it wasn’t normal. My panic attack was so strong I collapsed in my chair.

Story By Image

Yesterday I asked my boyfriend to pick out a picture out from my search on safari ‘Photo prompt for writing’. The Image shown above was the one he chose so here is what I wrote. I did no drafts or planning I just wrote the first thing that came in mind.

Comfort In The Storm

It is my time. The fog comforts me, hugging me like it knew. I hold myself as the famous Henry Purcell – Dido’s Lament plays in my head. The song takes control as I roll my head to each beat, my neck and shoulders support me.

The air is damp, cold. Today the clouds sit upon the earth, as if they decided that the heavens were down here instead. The trees are veiled in the lightest of mist, their trunks sombre brown with sable cracks that gnarl the bark. As my eye travels to the edge of the woodland the trees become silhouettes against a blanket of white, as if it is only daylight where I stand, as if I am encircled by twilight.

If I lived any place other than right here, I would pine for these evergreen hills, this forest that has become a vital part of my soul. The pine forest has a time-machine aroma, everyday of the year, it is the very ether of my memories. The pine forest is a home to so many souls of creation and I feel so blessed to hear my heart beat among theirs.

I never let myself see my own fear, for it was ever a disadvantage in the place that I was raised. To cry was to be beaten and scoled. If I cried I’d be “given something to cry about.” The act of crying for my own pain was literally beaten out of me. Suppressed completely. Now decades later, it still is, yet channelled into my creativity, a sort of unwitting energy booster. What I cannot suppress though are these shivers that say I am afraid.

In that shiver was a moment of truth, a story of these emotions that no mask could ever hide.

I’ve always loved the thunder storms. I’ve always loved storm-could-grey. To see them swirling one last time in the heavens, brings a kind of inner glee. I reached up, bringing down a handful of that cosmic swirl, if I could make a fabric from it that was ever-changing as the sky above is right now, I’d wear it forever.

As the infinity cloud swirl levitates from my hand over my head, I feel it. The heavens. The clouds were a kind of grey that would make any quarry rock proud, as if they were so pleased beneath my feet, hidden between the grass they echo the earth. All of the grey, all that swirling, my vision became a blur, but I trusted this storm to take me where I need to go. The condensation was bound to happen sooner rather than later.

Comment your thoughts 🙂

Shifting

Ok hear me out… SHIFTING!

When you think about it, how mind blowing it is to be in a dream like sate but living in a different reality.

For those who don’t know what Shifting is, let me give you a run down.

So shifting (aka reality shifting) is shifting your consciousness from your current reality (CR) to another reality, typically your desired reality (DR).

This includes lots of practice and patience, as all of your senses including your 5 main ones will be activated in your DR.

Now reading that some of you will think I’m crazy or I’m into some spiritual stuff. Well your not wrong but there’s also a 29 paged document by the United States of America, Department of the Army, proving that shifting realities is real. I have not personally read the document only because I can’t read well but for the logical thinkers out there, that need evidence about it, just search up government document on reality shifting and hopefully you will believe (if not then that’s alright just don’t put others down or make them feel like they shouldn’t be listened to).

I came across desired reality shifting on Tiktok one day, and to be honest I thought it was bullshit too. Until I finally gave in. I saw people talk about what it was like at Hogwarts, Narnia even with the Avengers. They made tiktoks about their conversations and interactions with all the different people. I couldn’t resist. I had to at least try.

With shifting there’s all sorts of methods to use. From a simple meditation to completely relax your body and mind to going to sleep with imagery and the sensation that you are there.

The most common one everyone talks about is the raven method. This method you count to or down from 100 and while you do that you say your affirmations.

Affirmations are basically your motivators. You say these things to yourself, for example:

  1. I am successfully shifting
  2. I have the ability to shift
  3. I give my consciousness permission to shift successfully
  4. I can shift

That’s a very small example but as you repeat these (not I should be shifting, I CAN/AM SHIFT/ING) you will somewhat trick your consciousness into thinking that you have done it before, or it is possible (which it is).

Personally I do my own method, I got a bit from the Julia method. I lay on my back for about 5 minutes as I just let my mind wonder, crack all my knuckles and feel relaxed. After the 5 minutes I have to resist any itchiness, I go over my body starting from my toes telling myself “are my toes relaxed,” when I feel they are I move onto my feet asking the same question. I go all the way up my body right to my forehead and I lay there for another 1-2 minutes. At this point I try and focus my mind and not let it wonder and if it does I slowly change it to where I want to shift to or acknowledge the thought and let it pass. I then proceed to the affirmations, (I say them slowly).

With this, my own method I have felt symptoms.

When I say symptoms I mean twitching, itchiness, a floating or hovering sensation, room spinning or feeling like I am falling. The closest I have gotten was I was floating up and a same likeness feeling of fainting, while my eyes were closed I felt a fuzziness close in and I could see a face only across the eyes so clear. But I suddenly realise what was happening and I stared to have a panic attack so I had to stop.

Shifting can take up from weeks to months, unless you’re lucky and get it on the first couple of tries.

I’ve only been trying for a couple of months now but I have been so close it’s exciting I want to try every night (NOTE: don’t try every night you will only exhaust yourself even more making you less likely to achieve your shifting).

When I do shift best believe you will hear from me the moment I come back to my CR.

Image was found on Pinterest by DeviantArt

My question for you is: have you heard of shifting if so where would you like to shift?

New Change

So I’ve started my new babysitting job! The child is a beautiful 1 year old boy who loves the outdoors.

That’s new, a child who loves to be outside … with nature. I’m used to sitting inside while the children go on the ipads or watch television, but this is new.

I am not mad about it, like hey I need to be outside more often and going to this new job makes me go outside getting roughly 8 hours of sun 3 days a week. If that isn’t improvement for my health I don’t know what is.

I am someone who loves to lay in bed all day doing nothing, just sitting on my phone. I only go outside if i need to take my rubbish out. I always sleep in till 12 or 1 in the afternoon.

Where as this new change has gotten me out of bed at 8:30am till 5:00pm and as soon as I start I’m outside with the child as we play within the grass on our soles giving a gentle tickle as each giving wand forms a cushion of green. The slight touch of monarch butterflies wings itch upon the subtle leaves on the bush. As We play outside I throw the child up to the sun as it’s warm arms reach out giving a warm hug.

I can’t wait for more to happen as this has already gone off on a good start!

the image is from pinterest, that is also from tumblr (I couldn’t find a name)

My question for you is what’s something new that’s happened to you in the past 4 months?

Ballet

There’s a sort of comfort I feel watching ballet. The music, the precise placing of the feet and body language, not only putting on a show but to take you on an adventure with the dancers.

I did ballet when I was younger, lets say around the age of 5. I didn’t do it for long, but I did it long enough to know that dancing is not for me. Although being apart of the audience doesn’t sadden me. No. In fact I prefer to watch the show, I get a slight tingle of excitement in my stomach knowing I’m going to be casted away into a daydream like land of the imagination for a couple of hours.

Here where I live we don’t get a lot of performances like these, to go dress up nicely to. That’s what makes the experience even better!

Tonight they didn’t preform one specific piece, they showed the development throughout history. They way the put everything together it makes me so what proud I almost want to cry about it. From the romance to the drama of the stories I do feel apart of it.

Picture is from pinterest by Iness.

Question today is: what era is your favourite type of dance from?