Why yes, my heart is full.

So many things have changed since I last posted, and as I look back, so many of my hopes have been fulfilled.

I rest upon my quiet porch, on my quiet side of the street. My boyfriend is fast asleep in our bed, in our apartment that we share. It is small and white and filled with things that I am proud to own. To be quite honest, I have lost the whimsy that I once had, the dreaming and the inspiration. I've fallen into old habits of focusing on the realistic and the hard. I'd like to get back into writing but I feel that each word I put down on paper is false and unoriginal. Have you ever felt that? That life starts to get in the way of dreaming. This is my commitment to start dreaming again, this blog. Here I will write, and allow myself to feel self-conscious, a little self-indulgent, and overly critical.

Intend to:

1. Start cooking all those recipes I've stored away.

2. Write on a daily basis, even if it means waking up an hour early.

3. Spend time in nature, seeking out my spirit.

4. Continue to indulge in fashion, which inspires me.

5. Share what I'm reading.

These are all things doable, and loved.

I'm feeling alive tonight. The sky is clouded and there is a breeze, which I've missed as we've had hot and humid weather as of late. I'm grateful for my life, and all that it entails. It is just time for a little bit of self-motivation in the creative realm.

Goodnight.

Your mild-mannered bibliophibian.