Vagabond Snap

I love the world, the whim, the way that I’m living. I love the two bags of gear I brought, and their usefulness. I love the baggage I’m letting go (and the usefulness it once had, too.) I love being unashamed to wander,wonder, write alone. I love being unafraid to sit with loneliness when it comes and learn what it has to say. I love how rarely it visits anymore. I love knowing where I’m loved. I love the chill of the wind before the rain, and the way my eyes don’t really work in the sun. I love that I find stained glass, situps, soil composition…so many things riveting. I love that this world has more to love to learn than an edupunk,anybody,could ever forget. I love how my whole face hurts from beaming at huge, small things. I love that I’m seeing this glimmer in myself again. Most of all, I love the friends who never stopped seeing it in me (and never stopped loving me for/despite? it.) I feel very lucky to be surrounded by such loveliness, and I can only hope to pass these good feelings on.

3 Days till Chicago!

In which procrastination and productivity have a baby

I do not want to do laundry. Or dishes, for that matter. I want to hop on a train. I want to set my broken suitcase on fire, filled full of remnants from a me that I don’t recognise anymore. I want to set my foot on dandelion-frosted soil I know too well, or open my eyes to a green and purple treeline I’ve never seen before. This wanderlust is more like wanderprowling.

I just got home from Interfuse. I shouldn’t be so surprised.

That said, this antsyness has lead to another variety of productivity. I’m in my room with a todo list the size of my forearm. My desk would fit in equally well in a carpenter’s vs. a travel agent’s office. I’m ripping through modeling queries faster than you can say “geek chic”, I have three new songs I’d like to learn on the fiddle, and I have 7 applications done and 16 to go for tonight. The soul music is loud, my tea has been steeped for so long it could overthrow an interim government, and I’m trying to convince myself I can’t afford to go to another burn so soon. Especially the same weekend as a wedding and a community fundraiser. That said, I do tend to thrive on erratic displays of flexible responsibility…Which sounds like a band…I may be failing at convincing myself this is a poor idea. And with that, I’ll stop my ramblings and ask:

If you redefined “work” to mean what you purpose you feel drawn to instead of what you do to earn money, what would your work be?

What is the work that is birthed when your productivity and procrastination lay together?

What fear is holding you back from creating your best work?

This time in 4 days…

I will be on the second leg of my airtrip to Portland to see my knightling and my Adler and Emberheart and asdfasdkjfhasdf

SO.
EXCITED.