Listen to those Inner Voices [365Project]

There is a local contest that started here in my area. NO. I’m not participating in the contest. They want a $30 entry fee and you can enter 4 photos and then $10 for every photo after that. I don’t have that kind of money. It’s my understanding that the photographer would eventually lose out on any royalties, etc. Besides, my photos aren’t that great. I’ve doubted my “eye.” I just don’t see things like I used to. There is a theme to the contest, to take photos of what we think is the best of our city.

In a slowly dying town, it may be difficult to take these photos. Might have to really get creative with locations, not to get confused with landmarks or historical sites.

I’ve taken photos of this spot several times before. It always speaks to me, so tranquil, peaceful and quiet. The sounds of water, the birds and the wind through the trees. There is a bench off to the side. I have sat there a few times to listen to my inner voice. Most of the time, I can’t hear a damn thing.

landscape, sassycat3000, upstate Illinois, Midwest, latina blogger,




The definition of Nyctophilia is the love of darkness or night or feeling like you belong in the dark. This usually applies to those who often feel sadness. .

There are times when I feel the darkness. It’s my darkness though, I do love the night. But there is also a part of me that likes to be inside before the light of day. There is a certain time during the night that scares me.

I love the lights, the beat of the night, the night sky. The peacefulness of the night-time is soothing.

Nyctophilia, a to z challenge, sassycat3000, night time, prisma

A Special Thank You

I have a donate button on my website. I added it for anyone who feels compelled to donate funds to my website. Recently I received a notification stating that I had received a donation. 

Captain America I’m writing this special THANK YOU. 

A Thank You to Ted S. for his gracious donation. I sent Ted an email letting him know how much I appreciated his donation. I had considered the idea of ending my blog (at the end of the year). I won’t be doing that now. I hope he won’t mind me using a few of his statements. 

I always like to support artists, whose work I enjoy and admire. We all have our favorite bloggers … It’s not just the content, but something about the person behind the blog who touches us in some way…the sexual arousal is one of the key factors…it’s creativity, and the emotional touch makes the difference.” – email from Ted S.

His email means so much to me. I have it saved so when I’m lacking direction, motivation and asking myself “who & why am I doing this all for?”  I can read it again. One person can make a difference and that person is Ted S.

Thank you to Ted

I Thought it Would be Fun

For shits & giggles I applied for a temporary job for the Halloween season. I actually got the job. I was thrilled. My first day I worked 7 hours. I noticed immediately that the regulars were not very friendly, at times not helpful. Always had the “you’re bothering me” look on their face.

I wasn’t used to working on my feet for that long without some sort of break. There were no 10 minute breaks, no break room, no smoking breaks. You get 30 minutes for eating but there is no break down just a table in the costume storage room and a “fun-size” microwave & refrigerator. I would walk out to my car & sit.

Last night was the last straw, after a young kid was assigned to clean 7 out of the 10 isles failed to do a fucking thing all night. I was responsible for the remaining 3 isles along with the back wall of the store. The assistant manager told me that I needed to inspect the 7 isles and if they were bad I would have to fix them.

Did she say what I think she said? Fuck that. I wanna go home. I’ve worked ALL day. That little fuck has been sashaying through the store all fucking night. I started at 4:30 scheduled to be off at 10. I was told I could take my break at 8:30-9pm. What’s the point?

The more I thought about driving across town the 8 miles and sometimes 23 from my other job…I figured it’s just. It worth it. The amount of bullshit, and unfriendly workers, ugh. Thinking that this weekend I’m scheduled to work 11-7 standing in the front of the store helping customers with their costumes. I would only be getting ONE 30 minute break and the rest of the time I would be standing.

No. No, the newness has worn off. It was fun dressing up, but it’s time to get back to my online life.


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