Another Year Round the Sun

Happy birthday to me. The Douglas Adams fan in me is sad to let go of 42, but I feel like cool things are on the horizon for me at 43.

I’m nearing completion of two large, personal art projects; I’m wrist deep in a huge, multi-artist collab, and on the precipice of joining a second; I have a lively and successful life drawing group that I run, and I’m overall just very enthusiastic about what I’ll be able to accomplish on this sweep around the sun.

I had a relaxing lunch out with work friends on Wednesday (lovely to catch up with Paula, who I hadn’t seen since mid-June), beach plans this weekend, and plans with my sister on Monday. All in all, a lovely, slow-release into the next phase of my life.

I didn’t intend to make this a long entry — and I won’t — but I do want to let you all know that the next several entries are very likely going to be about the intersection of domesticity, art, and whimsy, because I have been thinking about that a lot lately, and with a new year of my life starting, it felt like a good time to delve into my feelings and wants regarding the space in which I live.

Just, you know, in case you’re into hearing about that, lol.

Take care of yourselves, and each other.