malled.

gratefilled:

i am grateful for pleasant shopping where i oddly didn't feel like i was spending money. i've decided to only buy things from the body shop, from independent businesses or on sale at marshalls. to splurge i bought myself some sweet jasmine perfume from the body shop and the sales girls made me feel like i had joined a special club when they gave me my discount card. i also found the most comfortable, dressy work shoes.

i am grateful that my presentation went well today. after yesterday i was dreading it so much, so much more than i should have, to the point where i was unsure if i could do it. everyone was telling me i could do it and i didn't believe them fully. and then i stood up today and had a steady voice and i laughed and was energetic. energetic was the word i woke up thinking about.

i am grateful that in the midst of meditating this morning, my soul told me to open my eyes and get out the odd pieces of paper i have been saving and make a college. twenty minutes later i had some interesting bones laid down and my consciousness had changed. i'm excited to wake up tomorrow morning. i never thought i would want to do art at 6 a.m., but i think it may be the answer to too many other distractions throughout the day.

i am grateful for molly making me lunch and for generally just feeling better and my bed right now, my eyes are heavy and ready for sleep. i'm grateful to have seen you again harper and that it lit a creative spark within me that had gone out for a while. i'm excited to be accountable for all that i have been holding in that head space lately.

and i know that i could just be a passing fancy, but move to dc! this city does have its way of seducing people. it has a lot to offer, most of all it's international yet still really comfortable. selfishly, it'd be nice to have you closer and maybe a change would be good. or maybe it was just a good weekend. for the record though, the air still smelled warm and wet today and the cherry blossoms are hanging with intentional pink bursts above unassuming sidewalks. dc sings "do-wah, do-wah, do-wah" at all the passing commuters in their spring coats.