I'm sitting here on a super rainy/snowy grey day. I am drinking my first coffee in 3+ months. I have a hair appointment scheduled for noon. I wish I didn't have raised moles on my head. I'd shave it off. I want to be like a snake and shed this skin. I guess I'll have to do it emotionally, rather than physically. I'll likely go for a super short pixie cut ala Wynona or Emma. Maybe shorter.
All I want to do is go blow all my money and get a tattoo.
I want to go get drunk. But I won't. That won't make the sad go away.
Instead, I'm going to pick my camera back up (I was feeling so tired and unmotivated during pregnancy I hardly touched it), and see what I see and share it with you.
So very glad you're shutterbugging again.
ReplyDeleteStill reading, always reading... just quieter than intended, not wanting to intrude. A paperletter is on its way to you today.
- D.