move with eyes open.

Yesterday, while working at my desk, I had a little internal dialog with myself… Okay, tomorrow’s my birthday… how old am I turning again? 27. Oh, 27? I’m just gettin’ started! I loved this genuine interaction with myself. It does feel like I’m just getting started… just finally figuring out the beginning of figuring out … Continue reading move with eyes open.

cleaning up.

I love the creative nights, but my goodness, they are messy. Why can’t I be the graphic designer who has a home that looks like this?… [found here.] Instead, I’m sitting in the living room with the following on the floor: • multiple newspapers… some scrunched, some not. • two bikes… neither complete. • a … Continue reading cleaning up.