Today I jumped on TRAX (after missing it three separate times. . .don't even ask) to head to Draper and see my sweet niece and nephew. It was fun but I don't have any pictures to prove it.
Aside from reading 70s nursery rhymes, eating goldfish crackers and playing peek-a-book, I had one of those super clumsy, disorganized, disheveled, ungrounded days. I was practically tripping over my own feet, my hair felt weird on my head and I just couldn't quite get comfortable in my skin. You know, one of those days. I'm extra excited to wake up tomorrow morning just to prove to myself I can be a bit more graceful.
Anyway, I have been feeling REALLY restless the last week or two. Worse than ever maybe. I like to think it's some version of my higher self begging for a change, but it could just be spring fever. Spring fever that starts every year around mid March, mellows by mid June, and is gone by August. Blame it on the weather, doshas, the moon, my personality, etc. The thing is, what would I change? This question keeps ringing in my ears and my mind too frequently bounces to that one line in my favorite play when Clov says to himself, "But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go."
Right now I want to go live in Italy or NYC, I want to write, and I want to see the world with new eyes. There is of course, a second question I keep asking myself: what am I waiting for?
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In cuter, funnier news, these (via weheartit) cheer me up:
Heehee. Goodnight for now.
xoxo
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