Vicky. 28. Punjabi Sikh. Still a kid at heart :D Books are my safety and music is what I run to... they're basically the reason I'm sane :) Welcome to my head-brain!
“Stay afraid but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow.”
dog: lets out the most genuine & affected sigh possible
me: what’s happened? who or what has brought such suffering upon your world-weary, furry shoulders? can i do anything? can anything be done? will you ever be at peace? please rest
2. Think about how you were feeling at the time, or what was driving you to act in that way.
3. Related to this, try to identify the underlying need, or the motive behind the thing you now regret. (For example, respect from others, approval from others, wanting to feel good about yourself, wanting to pay another back, and so on.)
4. Express your regrets and attempt to make amends if your words or your actions have affected someone else.
5. Think of how you’ll change and will act differently, if the same situation occurs again. This is the real person that you truly want to be.
6. Write yourself a caring and empathic letter where you forgive yourself, and tell yourself you can move on.
7. Remember that your human – and we all have deep regrets; and we’re all on a journey – for there’s non-one who is perfect.
“Take all the time you need to heal emotionally. Moving on doesn’t take a day. It takes a lot of little steps to be able to break free of your broken self.”
I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini - those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT.
But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…
Vittorio knows what the ladies like.
I love this. Vittorio is throwing some not-so-subtle shade on the misogyny of the era in that last one. Around that time, mass market printing was finally a thing, and people wrote the hell out of some novels, especially fiction. And the people who read the novels were mostly women, because they had somewhat more time on their hands. Middle and upper class men decided they were above reading. They frequently criticized the women for reading novels, saying it was going to corrupt their brains and turn them all into anarchists and lesbians. (Which wasn’t entirely untrue, lots of subversive and queer stuff was distributed in novel form.)
So that last painting is a dude getting over himself and the prejudices of the time and sharing an interest with the ladies, which is infinitely hotter than a dude invading personal space and looming over you like in several of those other paintings.
