I’m at a loss for words these days.
By the time I’ve caught up on email, written in my journal, called my mom, gabbed with girlfriends and penned a letter to my grandma, I feel all talked out.
Some days, I obsess about the wedding. Other days, I drown myself in work. The good days, though, are the ones when I feel like I get a little bit of everything done. When I end up sitting across from Rama at the dinner table sharing all the bits and pieces I accomplished and all the odds and ends I still get to do.
There is so much going on. I’m going to show some pieces in a small local art show to benefit the hurricane victims. I’m going to launch the Darling shop once and for all. I’m going to turn 30.
Gosh, I remember when “thirty” sounded ancient. Now I laugh at the thought. I feel like all the really good stuff is just around the bend.