I am coming around. Today, I feel like lifting off this gloomy layer and stepping into another. It’s ironic, considering the Pittsburgh weather.
The past several months have been a bit of a whirlwind, and I now find myself an independent lady once more. I’ve thought of how to address this via blog for quite some time, ultimately deciding just a sentence would do. You get the point, I think. And I’m sure you know I don’t feel like talking about it.
The interesting thing about spending so much time with another person is that after it’s ended you forget how to spend time alone. What a Friday night feels like with no plans. What Sunday breakfasts are like when they’re alone. What a summer with yourself can create.
I’ve routinely engaged in a number of hobbies and interests, but none of them fit quite right at the moment. My stained glass class ended. The softball season is coming to a close. The half marathon came and went. And it just feels too hot for the kitchen. I haven’t known what to do with myself.
And I haven’t been doing a whole lot in terms of creation. Instead, I’ve reverted to my natural Rose ways and returned to sociability. Recently: I went to both Avenue B and Root 174. I saw Andrew Bird. I discovered the Pillow Project, an event incorporating improvisational dance and “honest, jazzed expressions of the spontaneous moment.” It was probably one of the coolest things I’ve seen all summer.
Amidst the social activity has been short bouts of relaxation. Watching lots of Gossip Girl. Porch sitting with the roommate and a friend. Reading (on very brief occasions). Spending nights going to bed very early.
Despite all the present upheaval and future change, I’m still the same me that I was before. Maybe a little weakened, but my resolve is present. I fully intend on resuming my projects: visiting a restaurant, having an adventure, and making a craft each month. I hope to put more miles on these shoes. And I want to continue being a healthier, happier me through diet, exercise, and meditation.
I haven’t really taken many photos this summer, so my album has fallen by the wayside. But I do have one. My hair is getting longer, so that’s something. And I still love me some wine. I guess this is all I’ve got to show for now: