Sunday, January 22, 2017

It's Newly 2017—Confidence, Inspiration, Favorites

I’m back, baby. Back in the city, back in my body, back as me—the Libby I know and love.
It’s hard when you take a step back and realize that you’ve become a stranger to yourself. It’s scary.


I’m in a bookstore right now. It’s one of those bookstore/coffee shop hybrids. It’s very pleasant—the air flow, the company (of both books upon books and soft-footed humans alike), the tunes overhead, the lighting. I feel very…protected. It’s hard coming back to the city when you’ve been away for a while. Undoubtedly, it’s magical thing. However, it’s also…overwhelming.

There’s something about bookstores. I guess that’s because there’s something about books. Seems like a stupid observation, I’m aware, but think about it...Within the pages of each and every book that has ever been created is so much energy, love, contemplation, curiosity, hard-work, freedom, history, personality, creativity…Within the pages of each and every book are peoplepeople to be discovered and dissected and loved (be it a character, the author, or oneself as the reader).

Around me, the floorboards are creaky, the beeping noise of the scanner is steady, and the bathroom door handle is rickety. Around me, the colors are neutral, eyeglasses resting on nose bridges and facedown phones on café tables are abundant, and everything and anything is labeled…

(Photo by: Francis Leith, August 2016, 35 mm)

Two people just played the “Which way are you going to go?” game, complete with the awkward, distressed shifting and nervous giggling. It was a cute interaction to witness. Both walked away thereafter—eyeballing their feet, wearing crooked grins, and fidgeting with their fingers. Me? I’m still sitting. A woman just walked by in a fabulous electric green/faux fur jacket. She’s speaking French with her daughter. I tried to tell her that I liked her jacket in French. I probably butchered it.


I started this post saying that I was feeling like a stranger to myself.
I don’t say that to put myself down. Instead, I say that to realize that I don’t (nor do I need to) feel that way anymore.
My word of the week? Confidence.

Like I said, feeling like a stranger to yourself is scary. So…don’t overcomplicate it. Simply, don’t be a stranger to yourself. Prioritize confidence in your life—do things that make you feel confident, inspire yourself, stimulate your creativity, exercise originality and self-expression, etc. So, here are some images/ideas/things I’m thinking about right now that are stimulating my confidence and creativity, inspiring me, and making me SMILE.

      • The idea of making (and motivation to make) new friends
      • Thinking about new and creative ways to make some cash
      • New piercings?
      • Redecorating and reorganizing
      • Fun with makeup (eyes & nails?)
      • The list I made of café’s, museums, and places around the city that I want to visit
      • This picture my mom sent me this morning
      • A funny movie my boyfriend showed me: Doomsdays
      • Telling/hearing/thinking about stories
      • Sparkly things
      • Looking at the clothes in my closet with fresh eyes/creating new looks with what I own
      • Sketching
      • These songs…

...and lots more.
What are you inspired by today? Are you feeling confident?

xx, Lib

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