this town for way too long. It’s such a nice day. Reclining in my car, my grandpa’s hand-me-down Oldsmobile, in Fulton market . Feet up, Listening to tunes, watching boys skateboard, killing time. Life is good. I’m beginning to realize, I think, that life is redundancy done better and better. So that old Einstein saying, doing the same thing over again is insanity… Well that’s life.
my head is a slow throbbing metrodome. Tick tock tick tock. Pulsating pressure. My lungs are swollen, no doubt from the half pack of cigarettes I consumed before leaving behind the rest and swearing them off. And yet, the torture rests in my soul. In my heart. Actions speak louder than words. A little less talk a little more action. Funny girl. What’s the use if I say I’ll go away when I know I’ll be back onmy knees again someday. For whatever my man is, I am his forever more.
I have arrived in Chicago. And immediately the familiar thick heat clinging to my skin gives me pause. A quiet panic sets in. A bus parks directly in front of me blowing exhaust fumes on my face. Welcome home. Have I just made a terrible mistake? I’ve just left an amazing city to take another go at this one? But then the bus moves on bringing with it a breath of fresh air and I have to laugh. Even mistakes are worth the trying. So it’s another summer in Chicago of unpacking and trying to do it all again better. That’s why I’m back. To accomplish those pesky dreams – and they are pesky.
dont know when I’ll be back again. I’m leaving NYC for Chicago tommorow morning. It’s the end of a very long chapter in my life. And so my next adventure begins; Chicago for a while to work in my home city and then I’m not sure where. London. Israel. LA. Nyc? Life is weird on top and wild at heart. Here’s to progress. To following your heart. To throwing caution to the wind. To living your dreams.
never was there a story of more woe than Juliet and her Romeo. Navigating my life has been a rough sea. I’ve lost crew members & capsized a few times. I’ve reached new shores & fought bravely to keep afloat. But still the ocean is deep and though beautiful also dark. Things seem to be moving along at a snails pace. I’m watching my whole life in slo-mo. There is a price to be paid for freedom and I wonder why I feel so far behind.