:: Wednesday, July 31st…
Spent the morning with a bud, going over plans to spruce up the house.
All of a sudden we’re planning a Sunday that involves hours and hours of bicycling around Winnipeg!
Tonight I sat around the fire with some amazing people, talking about life. Planning to see bands together, bring bands back here, go on mini road trips, and possibly spend eight months of our lives turning friendships in family.
I started watching “Long Way Round” to feed a hunger that’s been growing. Over the past few years things like spontaneous flights to BC, and driving through Ontario, have been fun…but…
Also, just slated the week that I’ll be heading down to AZ again to visit my folks (sorry everyone, Christmas 2014 will be spent without Hebby!)
I’m looking forward to Iowa next weekend with an entirely fresh viewpoint. I’m approaching my bank account in ways my father would be proud. And I’m staking claim to projects I never thought I’d be diving into.
What is my adult life?
…it’s important to remember that along with all the rules and regulations, we are not asking (and will never ask) perfection of our staff…just commitment. We want you to help us achieve the best for our community, and we want to bless you in the process.
:: Tuesday, July 29th…
Today could’ve been many things. And ended up being many things.
Breakfast with students. Projects instead of lunch. Hotdogs at the skatepark. Coffee shop talks all evening.
I started a process which I’m gazing at taking several years.
You guys know I love my bike, you know I hate cars, but I love roadtrips.
It’s late, and I have a lot on my mind, but lately I only want to share my personal thoughts with a close few. I feel like this summer has stolen me away from the internet, which is insanely okay.
This summer has me craving photographs and sketchbooks…open air and sandwiches…meditation and reflection.
This summer has me feel scared and excited and not longing for unseen. But rather, familiarizing myself with thoughts of impossibility becoming reality.
What has this summer done to you?
:: I see you night bloggers…
I see you writing about your sadness. How lonely you feel.
I see you feeling confused. Not knowing what to do next.
You’re not alone, night bloggers.
You’re not alone, people scrolling through Facebook at 2am.
You’re not alone, Tumblr peeps.
Why do we all act like we’re the only one’s going through it.