Forgive the title, friends. I am in a foreign land.
Foreign, not really. Amazon, Bean, and I are chilling at our aunt and uncle's house in a suburb of Detroit at the moment. Our parents are out of town for a conference that our mom is going to for school stuff. We were originally going to have one of our cousins come watch us, but then the weather got crazy (like, seriously cray-cray) and we didn't want her driving down. So here we are. Here I am. On my aunt's laptop feeling embarrassed to be asking to blog, but at the same time feeling justified in my mission. Yes, I consider this my mission.
For me I am most happy when doing something. When I have a project or a goal or a new obsession. It usually takes up most of my thoughts and becomes annoying to outsiders (ugh, outsiders) but that's when I feel my best. Prism is my baby because, like mothers with babies, it makes me happy but is a nice nuisance, sometimes is incredibly successful and at other times a lovable disappointment But I still like working on it. I don't have to search for new projects and ideas, I have this thing that I can return to, feel obligated to return to, everyday for inspiration and rejuvenation creatively.
Maybe this need to do things just makes me a busy-body and will eventually ruin me in the end when I can't learn to chill. Maybe.
Oh well. Chill, readers. Chill and prosper.
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