The Sound of Changes.
I can't describe how I feel.
Maybe I shouldn't talk about it, then. I'll talk about tomorrow. It's going to be a crazy day.
Up at five for my last day at work. It was the first more or less non-shitty job I've ever had and I think I'm going to miss it a little, especially considering that the next job I'm going to have to get very, very soon, will probably be less decent. But will hopefully pay more and offer better hours. Luckily, I had the foresight to switch my shift from 12pm-5pm to 6.30am-1pm, because I have a photo shoot at 2.30pm.
So far, wardrobe for said shoot is a Mayan mask art piece and heels. I love that my life is changing so that I can feel comfortable standing up in front of a camera wearing nothing but stilettos for the sake of art. It's not that I want hundreds of pictures of me nekkid floating around. I just want to be able to take off all the unnecessary things to make something beautiful.
At 7.00pm, I have to be downtown, because I'm going to see Giselle at the Joffrey Ballet.
It seems like a good way to start the last weekend I'll have in Chicago for a while. I still haven't started packing or organizing. I haven't decided which books to pack into the one small back I'm allowing for literature. I have a check to send out, a my Chicago CTA card to cancel, my last voice lessons to attend, and a friend to see.
The closer I am to leaving, the lighter I feel. It's a strange feeling. I think I'm used to feeling confused. Now I have no idea what my life with be like a year from now, not even a slight speculation, and it's the most liberating feeling I ever remember feeling.
At the very least, I may not be saying much, but it's been a while since I've written anything. I'm glad I'm getting my words back.
Maybe I shouldn't talk about it, then. I'll talk about tomorrow. It's going to be a crazy day.
Up at five for my last day at work. It was the first more or less non-shitty job I've ever had and I think I'm going to miss it a little, especially considering that the next job I'm going to have to get very, very soon, will probably be less decent. But will hopefully pay more and offer better hours. Luckily, I had the foresight to switch my shift from 12pm-5pm to 6.30am-1pm, because I have a photo shoot at 2.30pm.
So far, wardrobe for said shoot is a Mayan mask art piece and heels. I love that my life is changing so that I can feel comfortable standing up in front of a camera wearing nothing but stilettos for the sake of art. It's not that I want hundreds of pictures of me nekkid floating around. I just want to be able to take off all the unnecessary things to make something beautiful.
At 7.00pm, I have to be downtown, because I'm going to see Giselle at the Joffrey Ballet.
It seems like a good way to start the last weekend I'll have in Chicago for a while. I still haven't started packing or organizing. I haven't decided which books to pack into the one small back I'm allowing for literature. I have a check to send out, a my Chicago CTA card to cancel, my last voice lessons to attend, and a friend to see.
The closer I am to leaving, the lighter I feel. It's a strange feeling. I think I'm used to feeling confused. Now I have no idea what my life with be like a year from now, not even a slight speculation, and it's the most liberating feeling I ever remember feeling.
At the very least, I may not be saying much, but it's been a while since I've written anything. I'm glad I'm getting my words back.