We all have limits. What’s it like when you reach yours?
Restlessness, a vision.
I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.