Alarm.
Snooze.
Alarm.
Check twitter, check email, cling to blankets, roll over, close eyes, open eyes, check RSS feeds… fight getting out of bed.
This morning’s RSS feed check brought me a book re-cap over on Mighty Girl and all day this excerpt she shared stuck with me:
It was probably best not to think about your life, though — ever — Greg knew, but to just assume that it was there, and happening, to trust that it was out there, doing whatever it was that a life would do.
I know that can be interpreted as a bit bleak, but I like it and found it comforting. I spend a lot of time stressing about small, insignificant things and I need to accept that things will go the way they go and I need to just go along with it. I mean, yes, you can take charge of your life and change it for the better but you can’t control everything. So I guess shit happens, right?
I haven’t read the book this was pulled from (‘Bed’ by Tao Lin) so I have no idea what the original context was, but maybe I should read it and find out…
Kenton and I had a great New Year’s Eve. We went to heaven on earth, aka the Hotel Saint Cecilia…
We brought some Willett and felt the warmth in our bellies…
When we were drinking in the room we heard some booms so we walked down the street to check out fireworks then headed over to Homeslice for pizza n wine, perfect! The weather was absolutely gorgeous, just cool enough for a light jacket and hand holding, but not so cold that I needed to stick my icy fingers inside Kenton’s jacket to steal his warmth. After pizza we crossed the street to check out a party at the San Jose but it was pretty miserable and packed with a-wads so we went back to our chill hotel for drinks and a festive tv countdown (and maybe the last few songs of the Coldplay concert). And oh yeah! This happened before we left Houston:
I know I know, I am soooo funny. Anyway. I’ve watched this video at least four times in the last 24 hours so please just join me already in the loveliness and dark absurdity.
Sidenote, I loved Roald Dahl as a child because of his dark wicked humor and this video really reminded me of that. I bought Dahl’s epic biography, Storyteller, a few weeks ago during an afternoon trip to BookMarc and oh my gosh, if there’s ever been an argument for me to buy a Kindle this is it. That book is huge! But so far so good; I must find time to read up on one of my childhood heroes. Supposedly cooler weather is coming and I’m hoping to hang out in Menil Park on a blanket and this book. Must. Find. Time.
One of my favorite blogs/ design firms is going away… So long seesaw! I feel like a band I followed for years is breaking up; good luck with the solo projects.
Design*Sponge recently linked (and then posted a response) to a NY Times piece articulating how being the creative independent isn’t exactly easy. Even though I’m not a small business owner myself, I strongly identify with so many of the things said in the article. I work for some truly amazing folks that have created such a sense of community within our little Montrose/ Heights neighborhoods and I am proud to be a part of their family. But there is a whole different level of stress that goes along with my new job and I need to figure out how to get my balance in check. I honestly don’t know how my bosses juggle everything…
What’s terrifying is that eventually I do want to be a small business owner and if I can’t get my life in order at this point, how will I keep it together later? I’ve been compiling a running mental Life List but soon I will put it down on paper and hopefully that will push me to get going. I almost feel like instead of “before I go” mine should say “before I become tied down to a small struggling business”. Oh life…
Cool print, comfy cotton