What a great week. I feel a bit like myself again. I saw Chagall, Calder, Oldenburg, Nevelson, Picasson, Miro, Dubuffet, Wright, Seurat, Hopper. I saw a cloud gate, a bp bridge, a wave crashing over pritzker pavillion. I saw how an imposter tries to fill the shoes of the cultural icon it liquidiated. I saw lights and crowds and floats. I saw some old friends. I saw holes in my career choice (oddly, a sign of normalcy–doubt is a very powerful tool to aid conviction). I saw snow! I saw 8 pumpkin pies.
I feel like the plug has been pulled, I got out of dodge, and am a bit more myself. This week is the week I’ve needed for a long, long time. I still have kind of a lot to do, but have accepted this as a part of the rest of my life–and I’m ok with that. The thing is that, for this past week, I did almost everything that I’ve been wanting to do for over a year. I swear, we’re going to have friends come visit more often!
It’s short this week. But I’m feeling pretty good about it. See you in a week, surely long-winded again.
