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  1. I reblogged this post after noticing my image on the refrigerator. Here I was this young woman seemingly feeling adored by a famous accomplished man. An artist with work displayed in museums? At the time I do not think I knew he had feelings for me, which would have made me more nervous. However this story begs the question why do I need to be attached to a “famous ” man? Why aren’t I enough? I do not think I thought of this situation in that light until today. Thinking of Joel and Maurice with their followings and name recognition. I do have Pluto in the 7th which can mean powerful partners but c’mon ! Then there is my famous usher Jerry Seinfield who walked down the aisle with me at my cousin’s wedding but there was NO love lost there. Just wonder about the origin story of my ego wanting this type of attachment.

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