Evan was here [in missoula… my new home] this weekend. Yesterday, after running around, moving things, garage saling things, we had plans to go to the River City Roots Festival. We stumbled in my new [ah-mazing] apartment, with nothing really ready to go in there… except for my new favorite thing. A record player/radio/iPod player … Continue reading the simplicity. the love.
Work is going well. Very well. I think they might be getting tired of me singing this every time I show them something I’ve finished… “I made it!… I made it!…” The days have been going like this: Wake up. Snooze. Really wake up. Shower. Breakfast? A cookie. Bike to work. [p.s. i don’t get … Continue reading workin’ on my night cheese.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Hodon. Hodon… Have I told you I’m important? Yep. That’s an official business card. I have an extension. Don’t call me on it, though… can’t figure out how to set that thing up… Work has been absolutely great. Not last week, but this week… great. But being new won’t stop me … Continue reading shared horror.
During my lunch break yesterday, I wasn’t hungry [don’t worry I ate 2.5 dinners] and I was incredibly sore [hot yoga for the first time in forever], so I headed over to the library just to sit and read; relax. I explored all parts of the Missoula Public Library and then landed in the periodicals, … Continue reading i mean that to a degree.
I wrote this on the chalk board in my old apartment a little bit before I left. People watching in a new home has made me think about this more and more. To live… LIVE! Oh, I hope the rarity is not lost on me. [live.love.ray.] Continue reading that is all.
If anyone was wondering, change is hard. And that’s just how it goes. But, I have to keep reminding myself, I wouldn’t trade the hard for the comfortable… the evolution for the stagnation. It’s always been the darkness that breaks my bones so they can reset correctly and grow… really grow. So, what do you … Continue reading how come you never go there.
Sometimes I think about my life with desperation. How can I get happier? What can I do? How can I make others happier? And it feels like always chasing. I was thinking about this yesterday, and then my Momma called. And all day, her birthday, I’ve been thinking about her life. [the parts that i … Continue reading i was your clown.