little sarah Big World

Tag: tattoos

Adjustments

Plane Trails Like Boat Wakes

So cold in the morning I can see ice crystals hovering mid-air.

I found it!

So cold in the kitchen that steam rises from freshly washed dishes drying on the rack.

Hip as Hell

Last week I was lying by the pool, not a thing to do. Seventy degrees and sunny in Palm Springs.

Spotted on a run, captured on a walk

This week I feel that I must get out of the house, do something, anything, everything I can, just to stave of the mounting panic. This week I feel trapped, like a nesting doll, inside layer upon layer of confinement. Trapped inside because of the cold. Trapped under a thick city-wide blanket of toxic smog. Trapped in a web of my own anxious thoughts. Etc.

 

 

Keeping My Secrets

Recently I said that even my bad decisions turn out to be good decisions. I tell the truth, try to be myself to the best of my abilities (this little light of mine…) and things come full circle. Or at least they feel real. Bad, but real. Anxious, but honest. Etc.

*       *       *

I’ve got plans, Friends, for the first time in a while. I wasn’t looking to make plans, but then they just started making themselves, and I am more than happy to go along for the ride. (Life is what happens to you…)

I now know what my life will look like for the next 6 months, and I’ve got a good hunch about Life after that. There will be crazy races, tattoos, haircuts, big moves, big decisions, lots of music, lots of hard work and as much time as I can possibly spend with my friends and family.

Because who knows when this charmed little chapter of my life will end?

I do, Friends. And I’m not telling.

The Two True Histories of My Little Boat Tattoo

Read the rest of this entry »