Flight
April 22, 2003frankly, i’m a little overwhelmed.
it’s almost as if i have been hiding behind this project for so long and now that it’s done i don’t know what to do with myself.
i am faced with everyone’s expectations of me combined with my own expectations of me, when what i really wish i could stare straight in the eyes is what i want. what, as sabrina says, brings me the most joy.
i am so good at seeing details, at embracing that which makes a moment, at falling in love with the tiniest thing, but i don’t know what it is that would bring me a sustained happiness. a peace.
when i find it, if i find it, i wonder if everything really will fall into place, like they say it will. but that almost sounds too easy.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
