Yesterday I have connected with an old friend from Alaska on Facebook (of all places). The friend was surprised that I have left Alaska for Oregon and asked what it is I am doing here. That made me think. What exactly am I doing in Oregon? I could tell him about my job but really is this the right answer?…
When you are down you are down. Nothing will make it better. I am used to it seeing how I have lived with depression for so long. Just have to buckle up and wait it out. That’s the hardest part. It’s hard to write about depression issues as there is still a stigma attached to it. At least I think…
Yesterday on a walk I saw a man on the trail shaving himself with an electric razor in front of a tree. He looked utterly content humming a tune under his breath. Keep Portland weird indeed. I have been living here for 6 years. I thought it was less until someone asked me the question. I hardly believe it. Time…
Don’t have much to say lately. Life is settled into a straight path: walk, work, run, walk, eat, sleep — precisely in that order. Running is going well though. I am at 10 miles. Finally where I left off before the broken wrist. Right now anything beyond 10 miles does not feel like a workout. I’ll be doing 10s for…
Set up my art-making space in my living room. It sure made an already smallish space look even smaller. But it is cozy. I moved a plant that was separating the couch and my favorite IKEA chair (which is super comfy and affordable) next to the balcony window and it made a huge difference as far as feng-shui goes and…
Once your life settles in a routine it is time to re-evaluate and make changes. Or so I have been told. Routine makes the day go by faster as you move from one point of doing to the other. But slowing down the time might not be a bad thing. Someone told me once that change does not have to…
In the heat, roads shimmer. You can see the heat rising. Every time the Google lady tells you the temperature count on it to be at least 5F higher. City life is embedded in concrete. In the evening, at least now that it is heading towards the end of the summer, there is a relief with 56F. Wish it stayed…
I promise and promise to myself that I will write every day. The same thing goes for painting and drawing. In reality, I am lazy I think? I always stumble on one sentence, “I have nothing to say.” How is it even possible. I think part of this attitude is the fact that I spend most of my time…
the last day of 2018. I don’t have good news. I am typing with one hand. reason being I broke my wrist on the Christmas eve. Was trying the hoverboard that was a gift for one of my friend’s children. I owned it once I was on it. Did the spins and all, just happened to jump the wrong way off of…
What is it that makes life past flooding in at the most unexpected moments? I have a lot of it recently. I cuddled in my bed surrounded by a comfy comforter and all of the sudden I found myself in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere in Alaska wrapped in the similar comforter in the arms of a past…
