- always the last one; never ready for the fast ones -

...breathe in.

So, life? Life is kind of interesting right now.

I'm woefully unfocused (it's the time of year; the trees outside are beckoning through my big windows and my computer just doesn't have the same pull; it's being in-between projects and planning big trips and trying to balance relaxation with scheduling with time away with time engaged.)

It's going-to-be-hiking-Half-Dome in less than three months and still being (more or less) out of shape. Kind of. Starting to make changes, and loving the weekly/twice-weekly hikes, and yoga in the mornings.

But. Have you met Half Dome?

Repeat after me: the best kind of crazy. That's what this is.

I'm also wibbling over whether a free-verse poem I scribbled in March is good enough to send off to a local literary magazine. The more rational side of my brain which sounds curiously like M, and my mother, and a handful of other folk who have more faith in me that perhaps is logical, is saying y'know, you should really let those literary folks figure that out for themselves, right? (Minus the "y'know," because that's not really part of their diction.)

But they've got a point.

Shine on, you crazy diamonds; I hope you're doing well. ♥


♥music of the moment: road to ride on

...josh radin is awesome; I'll link a video tonight.