©brokenimagery

The past six months of my life have been the most packed filled one hundred and eighty days of my life. And believe me when I say, that's a lot.

My journey is approaching me quicker these days. An adventure of the complete unknown is making its way to my door step ever so quickly. I watch the days come, slowly, and before I can tell, it's done. Like right now for instance. I had every intention of crawling into bed hours ago, but, being the procrastinator that I am, I have not yet made it there. A late night shower was in order, as I went for a run earlier and then jetted off to take photos of this amazing band. And then I was on the phone with a friend whom is in New York at the moment, and I still needed to do my evening pull-ups...and look at the gerbera daisies that I bought myself earlier this evening. It's nice to see life other than my own down here in my little world...it made me smile just a moment ago.


Tomorrow will be here in roughly seven minutes, and then it will unravel its self like the rest of them as of lately. I have a photo shoot on Monday- a paying one, that's exciting. I help build a fence this week- that will be good for the pocket. Then there's three appointments between Wednesday and Thursday...that will be chaotic. And then there's Last Thursday...and me. I take my art up there this week...and I attempt to sell bits and pieces of my little private world. Yup, it's a private party right now...exclusive. Invite only- and there's no guest list.


Good night interweb.