she sits there, taunting me. her crisp clean front flawless blue lines. flirting with me to caress her, one cursive stroke at a time. she’s whiter than linen only doesn’t smell as nice easily crumpled litter should i leave her scrapped, behind. she craves to be touched even a meager scribe would make her just….
Category: the 30s project: creative recovery.
turning ambition into action. as i’ve learned from julia cameron, “art is part of the verb ‘to be’ … in being human we have the right to make art–to write.”;
my twenties, roaring indeed.
somehow without realising it i woke up this morning to a very profound realisation: i had turned 30 years old. in brief contemplation i felt quite empowered: a new era, a coming of age. it doesn’t feel like turning 20, which more or less was an extended hangover from turning 19. no, this feels quite significant, quite transformative. quite…
the 30s project.
documenting my most recent ambition so that i will hold myself accountable to fulfilling it: i will be celebrating my 29th year soon. and with it comes a transition from being socially and financially reckless to being globally, environmentally and fiscally responsible. my goal is to be debt free by the time i am 32-33. free of a debt…
static confusion. 