i’m on the verge of being totally pooped out. i’m riding the fine line of loving every minute of this insane (but very temporary) schedule (this is my last week of dayjob schedule) and wanting to run the other direction. i don’t ever want all of this to feel like a burden. it’s the opposite of that, yet sometimes i do feel the weight of the internal pressure i put on myself. i’m learning to figure out how to let that piece of the journey go. but i admit it’s slow going right now, that part.
i’ve spent the last couple of nights at my sister-in-law’s in the suburbs and i can’t believe i’m saying this, but man did i absolutely love suburbia this week. quiet. no traffic. clean. ponds. walkways. friendly. kids playing softball and tennis. did i mention quiet? i have never in my entire life lived in a suburb. ever. after this week i sort of get the appeal, finally. i’ve been wondering what all the fuss has been about. i get it. yes. i. do.
in other news, check this out! how cool. thank you, kpfa!