7Nineteen

august is hump month for me

[backyard rap, i.e. karaoke at the picnic]

i feel like the summer got away from me. everyone else seemed to be off taking vacations and having fun, and i got stuck picking up all of the slack at work.

but maybe that's my own fault.

i hate winter, but i can't say i'll be sad to see the summer end. september and october are two of my favorite months.

and then there's always the hope that the end of one year and the beginning of another will bring good things...all of the things you let pass by you the first time around.

the universe always manages to give you what you need...but not until you're ready for it.

[baby ruth showing pure baby joy]

there's something to this idea of putting what you wish for out into the universe. there's also something to this idea of writing it all down.

i've been doing just that for the past month, with my morning pages. suddenly and surprisingly, that little photo above just got me my first paying photography gig.

hrm. how about that.

summer's almost gone

[scenes from a bedroom]

i used to listen to the old people in my family talk about how quickly time passes when you're older.

they were right. every season just races past me before I really even have the chance to enjoy it.

the summer may be running away from me, but a lot has happened to me.

and i've learned.

and i still have plenty of chances to wear my chunklas and sit on my deck.

3 is the most evil number there is

[my bathroom wall on a summer afternoon, as the sun shifted]

i was talking to a co-worker this morning about how someone in our office thrives on the number three, meaning that this person loves to use that dynamic to pit people against each other.

when i thought about it, it made so much sense. it's easy to position oneself in the power role in the triad, and then either pit the other two against each other, or make them align themselves with each other against someone outside of the triad.

brilliant.

i nodded as he said, "think about it...three is the most evil number there is."

3 on flickr ( and these photos are decidedly NOT evil):

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pieta

from the train

36

[birthday self-portrait]

Now you understand the name of this blog.

Closer to 40 than 30 today. How did that happen?

40 is the new 30!

[easter, 1972]

play

[a co-worker/friend's child. how do they grow so fast?]

i haven't had enough play in my life.

get up, go to work, spin class, come home, eat, go to sleep. wake up at 2 or 3 am and cry over a silly, selfish man. go back to sleep. repeat.

that's what my life has been for so long now.

one of the many positives about my new camera is that it has forced me to get out of the house and explore new places...to spend time with myself, learning how to pay attention again.

that's a good start to learning how to play again.

and the beginnings of plans for a trip to las vegas in october are more than a good start.

fingers crossed.

ideas with legs

[i hate daisies, but i like how this photo turned out]

there's something to this idea of doing morning pages. i completely take the stream of consciousness approach and i'm amazed at some of the ideas that have spilled onto my pages. good ideas. ideas with legs, as they say.

i'm working hard at feeling good right now, and you know what?  i feel good right now.  that's such a nice switch from where i've been since march.

bringing a smile to my face today:

jodi's fantastic bus story. she has the best bus and subway stories. her writing seems so effortless and unpretentious.

rachel's beautiful photos of the ring and the kiss

this baby's face. he looks like a 40 yr old italian man in a baby's body. he's so precious.