“A really great talent finds its happiness in execution.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I really like that sentiment and see how it can apply to the way my life has been slowly turning around. I’ve changed some habits, rid of others, and cultivated some new ideas regarding the direction I want my life to move in. These are stressful times, but the music I listen to, the art I create and surround myself with, and other peoples’ contributions- literary, research-based, or in social situations, all constitute the rise of this change in mentality. It’s been a long time coming and I’m not “here” yet, but I’m executing, I sure am executing.
Flowers are one of my greatest joys in life- definitely top 3. I can’t imagine my world without flowers, my favorites being pink and white, although I am gearing towards other colors with the more rose gardens I visit.
Yesterday I went to the market and could not help myself away from some pink & pink-orange mini roses. I’m not sure they’re mini roses, but they’re much smaller than average. Maybe that’s just their kind of lifestyle.
I have been collecting bottles- mainly sake and wine bottles, for holding a single flower stem the next time I buy myself my beloved flowers. They proved awfully handy and worked perfectly. This is just one of the fondest delights of life for me. The rooms are refreshed and my mind is at ease when I look at them.
October 18, 2019 Little bunches October 18, 2019 One of my absolute favorites October 18, 2019A bottle of wine and 2 stems, please October 18, 2019 Pink makes such pretty florals October 18, 2019 Little bunches in front of my dress rack October 18, 2019
Hope your life feels some romance in some way, shape, or form soon as well!
I’ve rearranged my materials and setting tonight. I made a delicious smoothie using fruits & red cabernet sauvignon and the bedside table was too far to place my delicacy and evening companion atop whilst writing & browsing. So, I cleaned my desk (partially) but…still, finally. It’s hospitable as of current status. Sometimes I think I make up my own phrases.
I know the state of cleanliness of my residence is of grand importance to you, but maybe it will inspire some tidying up or getting rid of things no longer useful or needed, or aesthetic to the mood. Ahhhhh I sound so instagram. Can’t be the worst thing in the world *insert shrugging emoji*
I had a lovely day even before all this grandeur commenced. Met with a medical professional who was comfortably human in his own nature today. You forget that you’re not the only one who freaks out about things, or finds himself in a rush within a minute’s passing. To recognize these less-admirable traits in someone else but see it in a fond way, that preserves a little bit of the message that things will work out and this really isn’t the end of the world, all this that’s been going on.
Une bouteille de vin supplémentaire, je vous prie.
October 17, 2019 Aqua fresca (watermelon juice) October 17, 2019 Cabernet Sauvignon & berry smoothie
That 11:43pm crisp, nighttime air. It’s enchanting. Maybe it’s the peach-flavored wine or the fact that this life a beautiful one to live. Where’s my head at? I don’t reckon I realize that enough, or make something out of that utterance. I’ll put it on the to-do list.
I’ve been thinking about an assortment of things. Some I feel are silly, inconsequential matters. And other thoughts pertain to what I really want in life & how I plan to get there. It’s not always a smooth ride, as I’m sure many of you know and have learned time and time again. Does anybody really have it easy? Is that even worth debating? Save the chat for what will help us grow.
1 year of living in the same residence. It’s bittersweet but hazy. The same four walls, the same pitfalls. To what degree can a human life change? I find it interesting how much the view changes from the other side of the hill. Where it’s still.
My place is still like a landfill.
I mean — don’t freak out; it’s minimal and all. Duh. But there’s something about the fabric of the curtains, something about the unfinished art projects I put to the side, and keep there. Lately I’ve been working on more pieces, but it’s a steady growth. And that sums up my living in this space, this enclosure — with this vast area of breathing life around me. I am beginning to sound a bit too Romanticism-era (literature) which cracks me up because why not. I can keep my prose & manifest dreams or something of that nature.
