woooooooooooooooah.
so much has happened since I have even thought about this journal.
It has officially been 6 years since I graduated from High School. I am a completely different person; in ways I never anticipated.
In the last year I have:
broken off an engagement; moved to Boulder from Denver, to Brooklyn from Boulder, stayed in Washington DC for a month before moving to Tucson; worked at a vegan restaurant, 3 clothing stores and a bar; considered- seriously- shiatsu therapy, message, acupuncture, cosmetology, cartooning, vintage resale, psychology, ayurvedic nutrition, shamanic astrology, fashion construction, and anthropology as a career; have read over 60 books; drawn maybe 45 completed pictures; picked up a guitar and drums; watched my parents get divorced; met my 22 year old mother-in-law; sold over well over 1000 pieces of clothing, possibly double that amount; made 8 pairs of earrings; got one tattoo; watched probably 100 movies; been on about 16 plane flights; walked Cindle at least 400 times; ate cottage cheese for the first time; slept with one person; shape-shifted in a group; cut off about 7 inches of hair; swam in the Pacific ocean 3 times; planned trips to Peru twice; racked up $5500 in credit card bills; sold my car; swam in the finger lakes; gone through 2 bikes; lived in 6 houses; met someone I dreamed; ate probably 60 slices of pizza; and started practicing yoga; amongst many other things.
I don't even remember what I was like before this year started. I know that I still have some of the same habits, but I cannot feel that part of myself hardly at all. Who am I?
I am working hard at severing the last of my materialistic and egoistic skins, but it is difficult while I am an readily participating wage slave.
I want to open up to having/keeping people in my life.
It has officially been 6 years since I graduated from High School. I am a completely different person; in ways I never anticipated.
In the last year I have:
broken off an engagement; moved to Boulder from Denver, to Brooklyn from Boulder, stayed in Washington DC for a month before moving to Tucson; worked at a vegan restaurant, 3 clothing stores and a bar; considered- seriously- shiatsu therapy, message, acupuncture, cosmetology, cartooning, vintage resale, psychology, ayurvedic nutrition, shamanic astrology, fashion construction, and anthropology as a career; have read over 60 books; drawn maybe 45 completed pictures; picked up a guitar and drums; watched my parents get divorced; met my 22 year old mother-in-law; sold over well over 1000 pieces of clothing, possibly double that amount; made 8 pairs of earrings; got one tattoo; watched probably 100 movies; been on about 16 plane flights; walked Cindle at least 400 times; ate cottage cheese for the first time; slept with one person; shape-shifted in a group; cut off about 7 inches of hair; swam in the Pacific ocean 3 times; planned trips to Peru twice; racked up $5500 in credit card bills; sold my car; swam in the finger lakes; gone through 2 bikes; lived in 6 houses; met someone I dreamed; ate probably 60 slices of pizza; and started practicing yoga; amongst many other things.
I don't even remember what I was like before this year started. I know that I still have some of the same habits, but I cannot feel that part of myself hardly at all. Who am I?
I am working hard at severing the last of my materialistic and egoistic skins, but it is difficult while I am an readily participating wage slave.
I want to open up to having/keeping people in my life.