more ideas, please.

Growing up is a fact of life, but less often we realize that we’re also growing out…out of habits, out of likes, out of people, even. At the end of the day, that’s what makes the age gap between 21 and 26 seem bigger than the gap between 45 and 60. We grow out of different things at rapid but varying rates, causing friction and strain within our relationships.

And so our friendships evolve. Maybe we become closer to our homebody friends and less close to our party animal friends, or vice versa. But friendship paths are like a honeycomb…they’re intricate, interlocking, and sometimes we walk in parallel lines together for some time, before one takes the next right turn leaving the other behind. But the possibility is always there to cross paths or even walk parallel again someday.

whenever I think about my personal ‘next steps’, my mind automatically reaches for that white flag in my back pocket that is ever accessible. but if I surrender, it is only to myself…without anyone to take that flag from me only I can take it from myself.

on a separate note…I love the pacific northwest in the summer. this place is gorgeous.

Isn’t it funny how some phrases resonate. Over and over in our heads like a brain echo. Today I have one awesome echo and one that makes me want to take fetal position. Too bad they don’t cancel each other out..

When i was 6 I asked my mom: what if I wasn’t me and you weren’t you?

She didn’t understand at all.

But sometimes if I let my mind drift to alternate realities I wonder if I had pursued some spark of creativity a little further, would I have found my true calling? One of the things that bothers me the most is the lack of [playing] music in my life, and I wonder if I sat longer at that potter’s wheel if my bowls would would look less like abstract art.

Well until then, I have my blog. And a new one to be launched: Illegal Photos from a Plane - a collection of pictures taken from my phone during takeoff and landing. Can’t help it, the world is just so pretty from less than 10,000 feet.

I always complain about how far away thousand oaks is from civilization but at the same time I’m grateful for that when I’m here in small doses. Sometimes it requires physically getting away from the pace for a true escape. When the level of effort required is so high, it’s just easier to crawl into bed and sleep…which I need!

Looking forward to seeing family, best friends, and plenty of sun and sand. Also looking forward to cleaning my inbox, posting some months old photos (sorry friends) and catching my blogs up!

Night!