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I Haven't Forgotten

I apologize for my absence. What a roller coaster of a summer it has been. Fun nights, long work shift, the adjustment to a seven day a week early rising, and all things weird that could have possible happened to me in these early months of what used to be lazy time. It isn't lazy time anymore. And while I love what I'm doing, its hard to recall the days of waking up at 10, going to work at 2 and being done by 7 at the latest. But I'm happy. For once I feel like I've got my stuff together. A great job, a fabulous internship, some very exceptional friends and re connections and some great and promising plans for the future. I'm not going to make up for last week or yesterday. I'm glad I let it go for awhile. And to be completely honest, I just haven't been feeling that creative spirit. But I'm trying and I don't want to get too far behind. Long story short, a summary of my life in last two weeks would plain and simply be crazy love.

Today, while driving home from work, I saw an old man smoking a pipe while riding his bike. No joke. People do that. No, it wasn't a full hookah like this mans set up, but there is just something about an old man with a pipe that makes him so legit. And the fact that he seemed to just be on a nice ride on a 97 percent humidity over 90 degree day just made it all the better.












I was introduced to some greatness last weekend. I'm sure most of you by now have heard of Ed Sheeran, but if you haven't, I present to you my two great loves. Rupert Grint and Ed Sheeran. Enjoy with a smile.

Do something great today, tomorrow, the next day. Come up with an idea and turn it into action. Do what you say, back up what you do, stop caring so much about what people think while you do. Just do.

Mhmmm

Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. I just found the greatest shorts on the planet with a cute blouse to go with it. H&M, so great. Enjoy......

*Blouse
*Shorts

Eyes

There is a moment when you first meet someone. When you are silently sizing them up, with them doing the same. For me I start at the feet, working my way up quickly, barely a glance really. It is then, when I finally reach their face that I look into their eyes. To me, there are a lot of ways to tell what kind of person someone is. The way they walk, the way they talk, the way they look when they think no one sees them. The main way though is through their eyes. That moment when a stranger becomes a friends, a friends becomes a lover, a wife becomes a mother. All of those moments can be drawn back to a single look. A lingering stare, wink of an eyelid, slip of a tear. No words are needed, no gestures made. It isn't any secret to people who know me that I love to meet people. I love imagining what their secrets are, what types of things they have seen, where they will go in the time to come. The greatest portraits and pictures in history are the ones where I can imaging what they were thinking at the time the shutter clicked, what they hopes, dreams, fears, goals, feelings were at that exact moment.

I know that it is only Monday, but I guess I'm in a sentimental mood. So Must Do Wednesday has become Must Do Monday. Look into someones eyes when you are talking to them. And really see, don't just look. Look at a photo of yourself, stare into your own eyes. Compare what you think you were thinking with what you really though, if you can remember. Do they match up? Meet a stranger. Reunite with an old acquaintance. Take your grandparents out to lunch. And this time, ask them a story about their past. And look into their eyes as you listen. How do they light up, go dark, glisten as they speak? And imagine you are there, experiencing it with them. All of this can be done by truly seeing what you are looking at. You may just be surprised at what you learn.