day twenty-one...pms and change and silence


and cranky
and fragile...
pms feels like it is running
rampant
through my veins
{like poison}
{like molten lead}
{like citric acid}
close to tears
at every turn...

i need to shift gears
i need to let go
i need to take a step back
away from myself
so i can really
see
myself.

deep breath
eyes closed
letting go

pause

and do it again.

day nineteen...in which i have ingested too much diet coke



100 ideas by keri smith::number 12
Make a map of everywhere you went in one day.


i did draw a map of
where i have been
but rather than posting it here
i decided to post
a different map of where
i have been.
these photos represent
where i have been
in a totally different way...
and not in a day
but in what feels like a lifetime...
i have a hard time meshing my two lives
together...
there was before them...and after them...
and they have changed me so much...
i have changed me so much...
and that makes me happy.

there is a wooden christmas tree
plugged in by the couch
and i can see the glow
of the lights reflected in the window
beside me
and that makes me happy.

i received a phone call today
that puts me one more tiny step
forward towards
officially opening a photography business...
and an email yesterday from a friend that
i thought had forgotten about me
and today i emailed her back with some hard
questions...it was hard for me
because it felt like "putting myself out there"
but it felt good at the same time...
i watched a video blog of someone else's
good news...
tonight is greys anatomy and a taped
episode of glee with a fudgestick
and maybe even a mug of hot chocolate
while i sit wrapped in fuzzy blankets
and allow myself to be lost
in someone else's life a while...

but i'm always happy to come back to my own.

day seventeen...the night of the concert...


14's concert was tonight...
beatlesmania 2...
she did great...
i can't even explain how proud
of her i am...
how when i see her up on that stage
my heart expands
until my rib cage hurts
and sometimes,
my eyes get teary
so i force myself to focus on the camera instead...
telling myself i will take photos of her
that she can edit...
trying to distract myself
from the vast, uncontrollable-sometimes-a-
little-painful pride and love...
and i wonder where she came from...
this bundle of nerve and emotion...
of bravery and happenstance...
who can stand on that stage
under those lights
and belt out the beatles like she was born to do it.

where did that come from.


but this is also to explain
why i am late to the page
and running kind of scattery...
my thoughts feel like they
are all over the place today....

i have a ton of photos to edit...
emails to answer...
a wedding album to deliver
and wedding photos to upload...
laundry to put away...
kids to cuddle on the couch with
to watch the middle and modern family...
fimo snowmen to build...
a husband to snuggle with
{who is making chocolate chip cookies
for us as we speak}

so i'm scattery
and i'm late...
but you love me anyway,
right?