I’ve been awful quiet lately. Not for lack of anything to say, just for lack of anything positive or funny or even a little veiled snarkiness. I’ve just been quiet. I even slept in today, past my normal 6:15 am to the oh so sleepy 9:30. Must be the moon – which was quite full and a bit harvest-y last night.
On top of all that I’ve been in a design funk. I *hate* design funks. I go through everything I’ve ever made and instantly and completely DISLIKE it. Soooo depressing. I know its a phase and will pass, but I really WANT to design, I just can’t wrap my head around what I’m trying to capture.
I am sounding Way Too New Age.
So I’ve been quiet. I did pull out my Sex and The City box set the other night. Hoping that Carrie and Mr. Big and Charlotte and New York City would inspire me. All it did was make me realize that it is 2006 and slowly, but surely, SATC will be dated. 1998 will no longer be relevant. Not immediately relevant. Which made me think of the boxes and boxes of black, gray, charcoal, midnight and other such shades of melancholy clothing stacked in my basement. All size 8. All a wee bit small. If they fit again, if I live in the city again, will they be relevant? Will I be relevant? Or am I slowly slipping into mediocre? Into acceptable?
I sound like I think an awful lot about myself. I do. Self-centered? Nah. Just constantly seeking more. This all started when Hayley brought home straight A’s last Wednesday. Really. Now if I could just connect the dots and figure out WHY all A’s would send me into a funk…
This is why I’ve been quiet. My poor pea brain can’t handle such thoughts. I think I’m heading towards some sort of premature mid-life crisis. Excuse me, can I get off please?