hopesThis weekend I'm hoping for very little and therefore have very little on my plate. As I nurse many internal complex transitions, I feel almost obsessed with the singularization of a task - and cannot help but think that smearing the most light-filled dove gray paint all over my room will provide a focus for me to rediscover myself.
Le Weekend Hopes
- Date with The Saint tonight (hint. hint. let's go here or here)
- Painting my room (more on this later)
- Carving out a few hours to reflect and write
- Connecting with very old friends
I am exhausted from clawing and clamoring;
futilely attempting to seize that which slips through my frail fingers.