eirenical: (Hair -- ClaudeCrissy-Give Peace a Chance)
*clears throat* So... I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I've been out of work now for about 16 months and my life is wildly different from what it was when I first went out on disability. I no longer have my own apartment. I have a gorgeous niece whom I adore. I'm back in school to pursue a new career. I have lost almost 70 pounds. I have made new friends.

And it all started because of Hair.

Don't run away! Hear me out. I promise, this is not more Hair babble. Not really, anyway. ^_^ *coughs* As a compromise, I'll place the self-realization babble behind a cut. Fair? ) What it all boils down to (for those of you who skipped the cut ^_~) is this: All of my big talk about getting involved for the last year+... it was all just lip service. I hadn't really done anything. Just sat at my computer and signed petitions. I'd stifled my own voice because I was afraid to use it alone. Enter Hair again. Gavin Creel (the Broadway Revival's first Claude), recently reminded us all that AIDS Walk New York is happening soon and this year, Broadway Impact is going to have a team. I watched him starting to raise money and boggled at how quickly people jumped on board to help. Then again... he really is that awesome. ^_~ I checked out AWNY's page and looked at the route map. I realized that it couldn't be more than 5 or 6 miles. I could do that. It wasn't so much, really. It was almost too easy.

I could do that. I can do that. And if I only raised $25 from my own mother... well, that's $25 going to a damned good cause. So, I signed up. To get involved. To help in whatever small way that I can. To do something to help someone else. To take the next step in creating my own happiness.

To use my voice.

To change the world.

So, I'm going to take a chance. I set an extremely modest fundraising goal for myself and I'd like to blast it the hell out of the water. So, I'm reaching out to all the social networks that I frequent and even risking a connect between LJ and real life to do it. If you think you can help out, even if it's only $5 or $1... please let me know. I'll send you a message with a link to the donation page. I'll put that faith out there in you not to abuse it.

And as an added incentive, I'm even willing to offer a reciprocal gift of sorts. How about we'll call it... a short fanfic of your choosing in any fandom for which I have written or am currently writing? Hell, I'll even consider revisiting Sailor Moon for a cause this worthy. ^_^ Not sure I write in a fandom? Ask. I may even be willing to consider a new one for this. ;) To be gifted to whoever among my LJ crowd donates the most money (...or any money, if I want to be realistic ^_~) towards my goal.

Sound like something you might be interested in? Let me know. We'll talk. ^_^

Thanks for listening.
eirenical: (PoT -- Ryoma -- little things -- lelola)
As many of you know, I have gone back to school to get my Masters in education. Why is this important? I'll tell you. ^_^

And for those of you who really don't care... a cut tag. )

Also, in the middle of all this going down, my mother finally found her old wooden peace sign that she used to wear in the 60s. She's been looking for it for me since... oh... February of last year? And she just randomly found it in her desk while she was looking for my credit card number so that I could call and cancel it. *_* And dude... it's gorgeous. Pictures to follow. ^_^

Really? My life never goes this well. Ever. I guess I've hit one of those synchronicity moments they talk about where everything just... goes right. ^_^ Well, let me tell you, universe... I was feelin' the love today and I thank you. Here's to more synchronous moments to come. ^_^

Warm weather.
The beach.
A reaffirmation of my faith in humanity.
My mother's peace sign.
Who could ask for anything more? ^_~

☮ ♥ ♬♪ ^_^

Edit (11:11 PM) -- Have the promised pictures of the hat and the peace sign. ^_^

Enjoy! I know I will. ^-^ )
eirenical: (Hair -- Claude -- Yippee!!)
...it's time for a weight loss update. ^_^

I wore my sister's size 10 Tommy Hilfigger jeans today... and I needed a belt. O_O

Yeah. I got nothin' else. That's pretty much says it all. ^___________^

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Oh, wait. I lied. One other thing. ^_^ I just inherited about 15 shirts, just as many dresses, 5-6 pairs of pants, 10 or so skirts and a few coats/jackets out of my mother's old wardrobe from the 60s. The shirts are all I've had time to try on and wash so far. Most of them fit and they come just to my belt and a few even leave a little skin showing... and I'm OK with it. O_O A few others need to be tucked in and I'm OK with that, too. Who am I? @_@;;;

My mom has taken to calling me "her little hippie" or just greeting me by her name when she sees me in one of her shirts. ^_________________^ Sign of the times, man. Not only does that not bother me, but it gives me a happy, squirmy feeling when she calls me her name. I must be getting older. ^_^

Another fun moment? I was trying on the shirts and some of them are... *coughs* ...a little more see-through than is appropriate for polite company. I looked at my mom and said, "I'm assuming you wore a camisole or something under this...?" My mom frowned, tipped her head to the side as she was thinking and finally gave me this sheepish little smile and said, "Actually... no. I don't think I did." XD I love my mom. *_* ^_^ *_*

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