A perfect early Autumn day in New England. The roadside corn, apple, and cider stops are popping up everywhere! I can’t get enough of days like this.I recently had a tense conversation with a friend who accused me of being secretive and untrusting. I didn’t want to hurt any feelings, but I had to agree. When it comes to our friendship, I enjoy our time together, but I am secretive, and I don’t have much trust in this person. I am secretive, because this friend keeps telling me secrets. I am untrusting because many of those secrets are not theirs to share. I understand most people cannot keep a secret, and this is difficult to grasp. If you have a secret I will listen, but secrets are not collectors cards, and I will not trade you one of mine for one of yours. If you tell me a secret that is not yours to tell, all you are really telling me is that I should not trust you with anything I would not share with a stranger.
It was a cool, foggy, Sunday here and I spent it in the best way possible; concocting toddy variations and contemplating infusing my own spirits this winter. Anyone in the mood for a cinnamon orange bourbon toddy? Lots of music, lots of kitty cuddles, and a delightfully frivolous half hour configuring my dream Range Rover (I know, dream on B). I hope you all had a lovely Sunday as well!
my sweet Puck
…and what my desk actually looks like. Although the picture was taken before, I did just get an exquisite lamp for it that I am pretty pleased with. Oh well, such is studio living.
I have had the most glorious sense of optimism and hope lately. I awaken with an urgency; a need to make the day matter, and the feeling that I have the power to accomplish things. I shake off mistakes, giggle them away and try again. I recognize my youth, and no longer feel wizened and ashamed of the accomplishments I have not yet achieved. I have time, they will come. I feel powerful, hopeful, and young. I am frequently told by my elders that I am mature beyond my years, but maturity does not walk hand-in-hand with cynicism and fatigue. Maturity allows for a graceful acceptance of aberration and delights in exuberance. I hope that you feel this way as well.