
boatss

I'd rather be a forest than a street
it balances perfectly, stands up straight, feels very well constructed. i bought some heavy-duty metal feet to add to the shelf just in case, but haven’t needed to install them as the shelf holds up well by itself. helps that there is a heavy pine backboard which pulls weight towards the wall rather than tipping forward. very pleased with this considering I was speeding through the process as fast as possible in order to build it quickly without annoying the neighbours too much with the noise. built this whole shelf in about 4 hours! all by myself. this shelf weighs about half my body weight, so… lol.
anyway. turns out, i’m a natural born cloutier? makes sense. our family name is Cloutier (Cloutier-Dupont). has been for hundreds of years, at that point it becomes part of a family tree’s dna, doesn’t it? my mother is a very talented artist and craftsman as well. she’s not only a very good artist but can apply it in a very practical (useful) manner. she never made too much money at it but i’m a good accountant, i probably could.
there is an opportunity out there waiting for me to actualize it…
it’s just a shelf. but considering it is my first try at such a tall, heavy piece of furniture. and i built it as quickly as possible, no dawdling or too much time to think it through. i slapped it together, and slapped it good.
i even added little hard wood screw hole caps to make it pretty. come on. it’s a work of art. i love it.
if humanity develops super soldiers, they better be super emotionally healthy too
otherwise…
good emotional self-regulation is the cornerstone of cognitive security – and authenticity it turns out. otherwise we are stumbling through life reacting to other people and environmental stimuli.
it’s like you cannot truly know yourself until you are in control of yourself.
tracy chapman’s voice rings in clarion throughout memories of my childhood
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough, so you can fly away?
You still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight, or live and die this way
we sang in the basement of our foster home, lost kids longing for a fast car to take us out of here
If not today,
Then, why make your promises?