dear life,
breathe for a moment, will you? just pause and simmer on down. (that sounded incredibly southern. maybe i should be stirring some okra as i type).
love,
steph
no but seriously, my life is in upheaval. this is generally good upheaval, if i want to think about it in a general (and positive) sense, but it's upheaval nonetheless. i'm moving (again, frickin' #!%*$#&), and i'm willfully (willingly? what's the right word?) closing one chapter and opening another. i'm going into debt. my heart beats rapidly at a number of different conversations, none of which have a nice sweet simple conclusion. sheesh.
everything is precariously balanced on something else. really. my work bag dangerously leans against the full (smelly) garbage can, which sits on a nice carpet floor. a jar of gummy vitamins (because i'm still a kid) dangles on the edge of a pack of crayola markers (see, told you so), which is balanced on a side of a rolled-up magazine, all sitting on the sharp corner of the overloaded coffee table.
things are NOT under control. it's fine, control is overrated. for now, at least. but my einstein action figure (yup, i have one) holds out his stick of chalk with utmost confidence. so really, things should be okay, right?
on another note, i need to start taking more photos. i miss them in my life.
okay, g'night.
