there are times when i like to doodle. mind you, i’m not very good at it – but i find it soothing. putting a pen to paper is not the same as putting these hands to a keyboard. it’s a different kind of creative. this past week i spent a great deal of time contemplating my photography homework – looking deep into myself – who am i?
am i the words i put to paper? or the words upon this screen?
as the years pass and change, do i change or stay the same?
possibly only my notebooks can tell. and a few select special people. people who get it – and me.
i love people so much. such interesting beings we are. full of mystery. full of excitement for life.
my phone died one evening – as iphones tend to do in cold weather – and for a few hours i remembered what it was like to be disconnected from everyone in my life. even my music. to just be with me.
my saturday mornings are similar. there’s a stillness that falls across our apartment. the only sound that can be heard is the steaming and dripping of my morning coffee brewing. it’s the time i spend with myself before heading to the farmers market that i love. it’s my time to write, time to spend with my cat tut, time to make a leisurely breakfast, time to just stare out the window at the people below. in silence. don’t get me wrong – i love when friends are around. friends who appreciate the simple life. the joy in the slowness. the joy in small talk. there’s a joy in food and drink that’s shared with others. those are special people. hold them close.
i could continue to ramble on – but i’ll save some for another day.
go do something that makes you happy on this last day of the weekend.
be a little selfish. you’re worth it.
and tell me – how was your weekend? – wherever you are.
Becky Gean and littlesiddallstudios – March 16th, 2014.
