the days I spend not wanting to be myself seem to be piling up.

feeling restless. procrastinating every email, every phone call, and blog post even.

wishing I was alone in a field with nothing but a sketchbook and a pen. so much there is I wish to say, to articulate all of these incredible experiences with accuracy, but feeling they deserve better than my uneasy distraction.

the plus side is, these seem to be the only days I can stand to clean the house.

I’ve been “cleaning my room.”

Aka hung up some new art (vintage photographs + a pin up style drawing of a teacher seductively clutching a globe) that I bought at the Antique mall (quite possibly my favorite place in the city) today and collecting some clothes to purge, while watching Ted talks. This one’s quite fitting:

Graham Hill: Less stuff, more happiness | Video on