Apparently I'm doing some sort of coffee shop tour, if the past couple of mornings are any indication. Caffe Vita isn't an unusual spot for me, since it's just around the corner from my office. Journalling again in these old haunts is the real change, I suppose ( Read more... )

So, if the whole deal with leap year is that we get an extra day, why do I feel weeks and months behind at all times? That's clearly much more about me than it is about the calendar ( Read more... )

Oh, dusty, neglected LiveJournal-I'd love to treat you better in 2012 than I did in 2011. I'm sad that I've recorded so little in a year with so much, and, as with most neglected things, it's going to work better simply to begin again than to try to catch up. Lost a couple of friends here in my absence; completely understandable but a bit sad.

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Just wrapped the morning's first project and am treating myself to a break at Aster as a reward. I love having places, as well as some good work under my belt. Promising start to the week ( Read more... )

I miss writing here, yet the sheer volume of what I'd need to write to "catch up" is staggering and grows by the minute. There's no solution, only diving in and doing the thing with hopes of returning to form or finding a new rhythm.

The past couple of months have been brimmingly full, including a lovely trip to Scotland with barlow_girl in March, where we ( Read more... )

Enjoying a cool morning at Irwin's with a cup of coffee and a slice of banana bread. Felt pretty chaotic and untethered of late, which is uncomfortable for me, so this is nice. Sometimes the simplest things are also the most grounding ( Read more... )

Summer has begun in Seattle, with temperatures in the 60s and frequent rain. It's in fashion to complain, but I've never cared much for fashion, find weather talk tiresome, and really don't mind the weather in the first place ( Read more... )

Holy schnikes, it's been a while since I journalled. I've missed it, not because I have anything special to say, but because it's one of the ways I have any hope of sorting through my life at all. This also has the side benefit of revealing whether I do have anything to say ( Read more... )

Keep hoping to write more routinely, not just for its own sake but also for the rhythm and reflection it represents. Life as I want to live it and life as I actually do are still quite different, however. Reality looks a lot more like taking what I can get ( Read more... )

Getting back on the journalling horse is oddly daunting. I've had the window open to start an entry a few times recently, but no go until now. Not that there's anything to it, just a nebulous inertia made stronger by regular forays into Facebook or Twitter that scratch the itch a bit. Not that that's real reflection by any stretch-and not that this ( Read more... )