The end of last week and in to the weekend found me doing and making a lot of art. Some for me and some for preparation to be used in the workshop I will be co-hosting in little under a month from now. 817 more words
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I am a recovering journal hoarder (which sounds just about as serious as you might expect). They are unused and empty, lying accusingly upon my bookshelf, despondently littering the floor under my bed, and reproachfully hide in my closet, protecting nothing; they hold no secrets, know none of my thoughts. 983 more words
I bought a yoga mat.
Kind of a big deal.
A few weeks ago, I walked into Scheel’s Sporting Goods, took the escalator to the second floor (don’t judge…I would have taken the steps, but there were three “adorable” children messing around on the stairs, and I didn’t feel like disturbing their play), and navigated to an area of the store I’m not overly familiar with. 793 more words