1. Edie in thought.
2. Plants and pears.
3. Baby feet.
5. Who else is over winter?
6. Mostly me.
7. Whenever I make these, I always think, "berry studded", which has got to be a phrase I've read in a book somewhere. Probably Anne of Green Gables. It sounds like something she'd say.
8. Is it just me? Sometimes I like to capture life as it really is. I mean, whatever, my photos aren't super styled, but generally try to catch a good angle. But sometimes I like to just capture a moment as it really is. This is our table, a couple of weeks ago (I know, because that's an old EW). Magazine, James's script with notes (mine), address book, glass, pincushion, etc.
I have these moments, every few years, where something will happen, usually illness, usually stomach flu, that knocks me out for a few days, or a week, or a month, and while I'm on the slow, careful journey toward feeling like myself, certain things suddenly become clear.
Such is the case this week. How my time is spent becomes a big issue, thankfully. Who doesn't need a reset on that. I'm not saying I'll never stay up late again watching re-runs of Project Runway, but I am saying I'm thinking more about where my time goes, which is good.
What I'm working on this week:
Thesis, thesis, thesis. I'm striving to complete this before saying that I'm "working on my thesis" goes from making me feel like I sound interesting to making me feel embarrassed that I'm still saying it. I got a new book this week, but I'm writing too. A lot. (this is kind of a note to myself)
Notes on a friend's book. She was nice enough to ask for my opinion, which I love, because it makes my lifetime of critical reading feel like a life well spent.
Feeling like myself again. I'm on the slow, careful journey.