Things have been hectic and i no longer spend the day with a sentence rolling around the back of my head that emerges as a fully formed thought when i open my journal at night in my bed.

i never open my journal at night in my bed anymore. what happened? i do not know. i miss that time. Also: time spent doing yoga, time spent reading, time spent aimlessly. These days I channel creativity into cooking... improvising with whatever is in the fridge, taking pleasure in producing meals for 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 people at the drop of a hat. Productive creativity is allowed. Aimless creativity seems impossible.

I am negotiating my way through the beginnings of a relationship and all the new that comes with that. For the first time in a long long time, there is a weight on my chest that I eventually identified as "missing". As in: "i miss you". Eep. And also: nice. Really really nice.

9:46 a.m. - 2009-11-15