Friday, September 30, 2011

Friday. Nostalgic for New York



I've got New York City on the brain. It was great on so many levels, but mostly because I went by myself. Fuck yeah I did. It would have been great to go with someone, but I went by myself, and got lost, and had fun, and met people, and it was always just me. I got to hang out with two friends who are really just so lovely together. It was so nice to be around such a great team; kind of inspiring in a way. It was also so great to be there on my own. If I wanted to do something, I had to do it, no one else would push me to. It was scary sometimes, but scary is okay; scary works. There is a sense of accomplishment gained from not letting scary win. Fear of the unknown, that butterfly feeling, having no fucking clue what's going to happen next, those are all scary, but really neat and great things can happen, and from scary you find out what you're really like, and how you react when you don't have the comfort of "this has happened before."

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Wednesday

The teeniest tomato from my garden today, and some baby pigeons. Here's to little things!!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Monday

I love a good hand drawn font (even if it isn't really hand drawn).

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Saturday



Not mine, but it could be. The burden, not the font. It belongs to him

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Tuesday. Some words



I was reading one of my usual blogs, and the author had written about an article he saw on Roger Ebert. The article was about how he's not of afraid of death, and it was really his musings and views on life. I read it, and this part in particular really resonated with me. I think we all try to do our best. Sometimes it's harder than others, but we shouldn't lose sight that we're all just trying to make our way in life.

"I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this and am happy I lived long enough to find it out."