It’s cool when you go spend the night out in the country with someone new you’re seeing and you don’t tell your friends so when they don’t hear from you due to bad cell service and a dead phone they put on a full scale search party for you, including having to verify my identity and story for why…
at least you know all those paranoid folks love and care about you & if you ever really DO get kidnapped we will find you right away! ;) lemons…lemonade.
When someone tells me a raw diet may help “get rid of” my type 1 diabetes. A girl I work with. A “health coach.” I JUST CAN’T.
Decided to apply to grad programs in English and/or art history “in a noncommittal fashion” this fall.
Thought I was over this desire, but apparently not.
Hahjajahja oh god.
My phd-possessing friends, words of advice or warning?
You’ve gotta do what you’re meant to do. I think all the time, if only I were fit to be a doctor or an engineer… but no, singing-songwriting has chosen ME, not the other way around. You will find your path and you will find a way to make it work. I know *plenty* of English Ph.D. students who love their work and are doing just fine. Have faith in your intuition! All you have to do right now is begin. The rest will fall into place. I love this quote from “The Artist’s Way” (and have it tacked on my bulletin board):
In my experience, the universe falls in line with worthy plans and, most especially, with festive and expansive ones. Understand that the what must come before the how. All too often, when people talk about creative work, they emphasize strategy. Neophytes are advised of Machiavellian devices they must employ to break into the field. This is rubbish.
It’s a nannerpancake kinda morning
Ain’t nothin better than porch sitting in Carolina on a day like today. Speaking of porches, come see us at Hummingbird Cafe in Durham this Friday from 4:30-6:30! :)
With Antje Duvekot and Elana!
ARB solo prax for this Friday at @casbah Durham. Tonight drums tomorrow cello. We’ve gotta hella moody set for yall who suffer from #SAD
Praise be to the yoga gods that I have located the airport wine bar. Almost back in North Cackalack!