since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.
Monday, March 19, 2007
This weekend, my life changed completely. And, I’m not going to write about it here. Not now. Not yet. But the point of the change is to propel more change. And, I’m already starting to feel the wind — pushing and pulling. It’s making my hair break loose of its rubber bands, and it’s catching my skirt, ballooning it like a parachute.
And as uncomfortable as this newness is. I think I’m going to be okay.
i'm a copywriter. it's one word, not two. and it means i write ads.
i like words, ideas, bacon, butter and running. i also like god and my family and my dog.
sometimes i'm happy, sometimes i'm sad. but always, i'm brave. i used to think i wasn't. i was wrong.