Yesterday I walked all the way to the Tidal Basin with a bag full of acrylics, watercolors, and brushes and realized once I sat down on a nice bench that I had completely forgotten paper. I had walked 45+ minutes to paint in 80 degree heat, and had forgotten my paper.
This is life, and it can be hysterical.
Luckily I had also packed a notebook, so I got some juicy writing done. It feels good to dig in, to check back, and to let the scribbles you write on napkins and pieces of paper (my Notes app is filled with half finished stanzas) become full pieces with perspectives and names. I’ve been visiting this meditation a lot, and rediscovered my love for Tara Brach – maybe I’ll write a blog post about how much her work has helped me.
All this to say – I’m having a pretty good weekend. How about you?
I love this Lucinda Chambers piece on life after British Vogue. Gems like:
You’re not allowed to fail in fashion – especially in this age of social media, when everything is about leading a successful, amazing life. Nobody today is allowed to fail, instead the prospect causes anxiety and terror. But why can’t we celebrate failure? After all, it helps us grow and develop.
You were not meant to be airbrushed. Man Repeller out here always preaching some #real: “You Can’t Shrink, Open, Close, or Get Rid of Pores.”
Kesha. “Praying.” Just listen to it. My god, it’s on repeat. Do I even need to tell you how much I love the video?
Spending college in Missouri, and having some of my most precious memories at a beach in Pensacola, means that I’m growing quite a soft spot for the south. Would definitely book one of these cozy Airbnbs.
Fellow nerds will enjoy: The Upshot at NYT mapped out Jane Austen’s word choices to see if they can use data analytics to understand why her books have been so successful.
Let’s end with some dope ish from Kesha:
I hope you’re somewhere praying / I hope your soul is changing
Have a fierce week, pals. Don’t let anything get you down. Not even yourself.