Time (An Update)
Over coffee with a friend last week, we talked about how quickly time passes. We agreed that, as we get older, our concept of time shifts.
On getting my body back.
I must admit, I’m pretty excited for fall. I know, we’re just about to hit San Francisco’s “Indian Summer”, but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull out my cinnamon scented candles and morph the color scheme of my house from bright and airy to warm and cozy.
Whole Living
The past two months have been a blur. Christmas in Sonoma. Phoenix between Christmas and New Years. New Years Eve in San Francisco. Weekend with my brother. My dad in town for my Big Birthday. Then Chicago last week for work.
Sometimes, you just need a good cry.
I hadn’t cried in a while. It’s not that I couldn’t, it’s just that it takes the right place, right time, right mix of crap in life to make me really cry.
Fall Nostalgia
It’s officially fall in San Francisco. Yesterday, I froze. I’ve been fighting off fall in terms of traditional garb because in San Francisco, fall comes a bit late. Summer isn’t summer and the beginning of fall is the warmest time of the year.
On writer’s block and making time for the things you love.
I have writer’s block.
I know, color you surprised. This has happened before, but this time is a little different. Yes, I don’t know what to write about, which is essentially one of the definitions of writer’s block, but I can’t seem to distinguish whether it is, in fact, writer’s block, or if I’ve just been too busy to actually form a cohesive thought.
Reminder: There are good people in this world.
Sometimes we forget. We get caught up in the daily grind, the mundane, the to-do lists. We let a negative comment, a rude phone call or a nasty email affect our day, but what about the good?
Outside Lands Music Festival Roundup
Right when Outside Lands tickets were released, my boyfriend asked if I wanted to go. I didn’t really know any of the bands and am not a fan of being smooshed up against a bunch of sweaty people grinding to songs I didn’t know. So, I opted out. As the excitement for the music festival resonated through San Francisco, I was a little bummed (and the boyfriend was even more bummed).
