Tales of March
Almost 2 months later, she posts again. Hi there! Hello. How are you? How's the family? Oh, me? I'm fine. Things are good, I'd say I can't complain, but that would be a lie. It's highs and lows here at the end of 29. It's hits and misses, it's less blacks and whites and more gray. I'm staring down 30 wondering if the next decade will help sort some of this out. Wisdom welcome.
Everything is complicated. I love what I do, but damn that email just made me wonder why I stick with it. I'm tired, but I want time to myself after work instead of an early bedtime. I'm busy, but shh! Don't say that, it makes you a terrible person. There's too much time wasted talking in circles, but my free time is guilt-ridden. I'm excited for the next big project, but weighed down by what it will take to get it done. I love New York, but that damn 6 train is a crime against humanity. I'm eating clean this week, but I need glass of wine, like, right now. I want to do it all. I also want to do absolutely nothing.
And yes, of course I realize just how incredibly, painfully normal all of this is. It doesn't necessarily merit a blog post, but I'm writing it anyway. At least I'm posting something, and frankly if someone's new pair of ripped jeans gets a photo shoot and 500 words, I'm sharing this, ok? I'm alive, I'm human, I'm in the middle of some things, and the internet is here.
Things. In January, I started having this weird burning and numbness in my right thigh when I lie down. It's still happening, and 3 doctor's appointments, a gross, slimy pre-work full-leg ultrasound (no clots here), it's still a big, "hmmmm."
But out of this, I found a great GP doctor on the UES if anyone needs one. She's great, and although she hasn't yet solved the mystery of my haunted leg, she did find me to be sporting an incredibly low vitamin-D level. Now I'm on little blue 50x strength pills for 6 weeks, so I suddenly find myself in a GREAT mood on Thursdays when I get to take one. Now you know: if you want to deliver bad news to me, Thursday is the day to do it.
But back to the leg thing, I haven't been to a neurologist yet, but I'm pretty sure he/she will tell me I sit too much, which is, ya know, a thing that happens when one has a formidable bond with their computer. Sitting is killing us, after all, or wait, maybe it's not? Make up your mind, medical community. Regardless, I'm revamping my home office to be a tall girl's paradise: counter-height desk for standing and stool leaning and dance breaks instead of "leaning in" to my iMac (sorry, Sheryl Sandberg.) Change is good, right?
It is Spring. (I think? I mean, it was snowing this morning.) 'Tis the season of new beginnings. So while my brain and my writing skills (or lack thereof) were on hiatus from the blogosphere for 2 months, that's literally everything that's been going down: A whole lot of normal, boring stuff—a love-hate relationship with adulthood, a haunted leg, little blue happy pills, and too much time spent indoors.
But no more, and to top this amazingly banal post off, I leave you with these uppers, a few collected links while I was out...
delightful things:
this essay on negativity by Grace
this pleasing study of symmetry
Jamie and Kevin's study of ballet
free legit courses for creatives
and some of my own work things:
a new site design for my pal SK
another photo shoot I ADed that's live
we also launched a wedding collection
a new look book for Loren with a lot of my handwriting
(new LH site coming soon!)
