you're not a sour egg. i promise.

Dear Blog.
I feel as though I should begin this entry with a formal greeting such as this for the simple fact that the time and energy I've spent thinking about my blog amounts to that of a complete stranger-zilch. There have been eggs that I've spent more time, consideration and inspection with recently...Blog, please accept my sincerest appology for blogging failure. I will now spend more time jotting down blogging ideas when at the store rather than creating insufficient bonds with produce items.



Obsessions are not good things-in no way do I condone having obsessions. However, I am about to immediately contradict myself at this very moment. Instead of concocting brilliant blog posts, I instead have been finding that I drift into the land of the following...My current loves and 'obsessions' in life that are small and insignificant to some...but for me, however odd they might be, light up my world like a giant patch of sunflowers.

number one

All things fall.

number two

The absolute beautiful, admirable, and strong people I'm blessed to have in my life. Elephants are my favorite animals for a reason...

number three

Really awful-but really hilarious tattoos.

number four

cute little things...like my puppy.

I want to be a Bur Oak.

I'm taking the day.
Today I'm taking my day.
I'm taking the day to rethink. recharge. redirect. whatever other ditty you might think of that fits the definition of my day.
Today I'm taking the afternoon in solitude to try and figure out why it is that we do what we do. Why it is that we desire the things we desire. Take a little stroll. Revisit the life I think of often and the things that made me fall in love with this town. Try and find the sun within this bittersweet rainy October day. James Taylor could will help me with that. I mean, he's seen fire and he's rain but most of all...he's seen sunny days that he never thought would end. He knows what's up.

The trees is a changin and boy they are pretty. Fall seems to have happened overnight. I fell asleep to Sisterhood of the Traveling pants with their summer rays and woke up to the set of Stepmom with these beautiful leaves that look as though they've been shipped from the east of New York themselves...It makes me feel as though they've gone on a vacation and left me here all year to fend for myself. The green to Iceland...the plum to England...and the speckled-the speckled ones are a real treat. They floated to Italy where they once felt the brushes of Monet himself. Oh how I wish I could be a tree sometimes. Plant my roots solidly, yet all the while my leaves would fly far far away. Corny right? I'm working on a show right now and am very much in touch with my teenage aspirations and rhyming 'daydreaming' sequences. Yet...as of late, they are not my own.

Just an observation, but it's very rare that we take our masks off. Any of us. I mean sure we're honest and true for the most part...but there's always that one fear, that one flaw, that one crack in our lives that we've spackled so well that it's hard to even see where it is on the wall. Which in a way, is wonderful...The importance of safely mending yourself must not be overlooked but I feel there is also something to be said for knowing and understand where it is and why it is there. There is also something to be said for taking a risk of vulnerability. Though a new coat of paint over this mend is all well and good...It makes it hard to relate to someone when they have bravely allowed that black mark to stand out vulnerably and say 'this is who i am'.

Venice. I would like to visit Venice someday. Or Iceland. Or even New York. You know, Meg Ryan states it so true that fall definitely issues the right to buy a bouquet of sharpened pencils. It just seems right. Maybe my acting 'skills' will help me transform into a tree. Then I could travel 'round the whooooole world. Those trees man...maybe it's those trees that know what's up.