I can’t seem to throw these Valentine’s Day flowers out. This is the 3rd time they’ve made an appearance on the blog. Each time I reach for the flowers with the intentions of tossing them, I stop because I think they are still beautiful. I almost prefer them this way, faded and a little shriveled. It’s been 2 weeks. I think I’ll keep documenting their decay.
1:13 am and it’s officially March. I’ve gone back to late nights and doing nothing but working. I’m a bit amused by it all since this was the year that I was going to try and kick client work to the curb, but instead I am freelancing for one the biggest ad agencies working on a commercial brand. Can you say, IRONY? But I get to work with my friend Nichole, who is my total parallel universe twin. This little bit of happenstance just takes the cake.
I’ve never seen more collective sighs about the ending of a month than last month. I certainly feel a weight being thrown off, a fresh start. I’m ready and feeling like a recovery is around the corner. Other than the 2 weeks in between my bouts of bronchitis, I’ve been sick so far every day this year. Aside from 2 trips to the doctor, I haven’t left the house in 7 days. I’ve lost 6 pounds this week. I’ve done nothing but stare at this computer for 4 days straight. Wouldn’t you have cabin fever too?