where to start…

where to start…

i am a sleepy ball of unfinished projects and blisters. my work seems more real in my head than it does on paper or on my computer screen. i think i am going to like teaching and that is a relief my friends. i got new shoes that make me feel (you fill in the blank). these days, my curtis has felt like a new crush and i love it. i miss lots and lots of people but instead of feeling sad about it, i feel determined. i love seeing old black men reading the bible on the train and i love seeing hipsters mess up their hair real good before getting off at bedford. both make me feel human and caring. i have returned to my dear friend but proceeding with caution… sort of. i have two new years resolutions: one, to brush my teeth twice a day. not once but twice. and two, to never wear leggings again. or not so much. i am afraid my leggings have lulled me into a false sense of what my body actually looks like. i got 16 new books for christmas and five teeny, tiny watercolor brushes. all 21 items make me very happy. i am trying to live in wonder and belief everyday, even today. i am searching for the lost virgin and hope to find her in a museum, on amazon or in my heart. i am not sure i am cool enough to get off facebook permanently. brooklyn is my home tonight and i am thankful. i have come out of hibernation and i am more me than ever before. yes. yes. yes.

where to start…