To Whom It May Concern
I want to say sorry to everyone I've let drift or flaked out on or haven't been there for lately. Truly. I miss you and I wish there were more of me so I could delegate my time rather than prioritizing and coming up a little short on something almost every day. I'm sorry you're the ones getting the short end.
Spring break will be a good thing, even though a week is hardly any time at all.
I'm doing too much, I know I'm doing too much, but I was never any good at half measures and it's been five and a half years of doing not much. Too much is a better option for my sanity. I'm like a bicycle, or a shark, or some other stupid metaphor in that I have to keep moving to survive.
Whoever is going to be in Portland over the summer, I'll be here. Here here, too, not just around and busy as all fuck.
For what it's worth I'm happy.
(Exciting things: new friends, old friends, applying for a creative grant for this summer, academic lecturers that make my heart sing, the neon finery of the raver subculture, the benefits of contemplative meditation practice, painting my 4'x4' canvas entirely in black, biking down the hill to campus twice in one day, laughing late at night, soft spring weather in March, getting invited to things, cryptic emails with times and places.)
Spring break will be a good thing, even though a week is hardly any time at all.
I'm doing too much, I know I'm doing too much, but I was never any good at half measures and it's been five and a half years of doing not much. Too much is a better option for my sanity. I'm like a bicycle, or a shark, or some other stupid metaphor in that I have to keep moving to survive.
Whoever is going to be in Portland over the summer, I'll be here. Here here, too, not just around and busy as all fuck.
For what it's worth I'm happy.
(Exciting things: new friends, old friends, applying for a creative grant for this summer, academic lecturers that make my heart sing, the neon finery of the raver subculture, the benefits of contemplative meditation practice, painting my 4'x4' canvas entirely in black, biking down the hill to campus twice in one day, laughing late at night, soft spring weather in March, getting invited to things, cryptic emails with times and places.)