yesterday's child: March 2013

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday again!

Another week done and we get closer to the end of March which is still blowing my mind. I can't believe that it's almost April!

Last weekend, Gigi was waiting on me to go to bed.

Monday

Wednesday. Got my bathing suit, now I just reaaallllyyy need for it to be warmer than 40 degrees.

Wednesday

Thursday morning sunset coming home from a birth.

Thurdsay evening

Thursday... Uh, Gigi? You alright?

Thursday twilight

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Friday

From friday, because I was too tired/lazy to type anything out and publish it then.

Curly hair last saturday

At my grandparent's house. It's sold now.

The best cake I've ever had. Made by my Aunty Mary.

The sky the other afternoon. Weird snowy clouds

Gigi and my pj pants.

Gigi is super convinced that she is a human. She even sleeps like one.

Her hairs getting so long!

Tuesday. It was sunny but still way too cold. I'm so ready for spring temps.

Well I'm done with my two weeks off and I've got clinicals starting tuesday. Not really looking forward to all of the schoolwork...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

What I'm listening to lately

Haven't ever posted anything like this... but I'm on Spring Break and trying to find new ways to amuse myself.

So according to my iTunes and iPod what I've been listening to lately:

Creep Live at (Le) Poisson Rouge - Carrie Manolakos
Grey's Anatomy: The Musical
Avalanche - Lindsay Mendez
Hand in Hand - Lindsay Mendez
The Pitch Perfect Soundtrack
On My Way - Sutton Foster
Ok, It's Alright With Me - Eric Hutchinson
Rock & Roll - Eric Hutchinson
All Over Now - Eric Hutchinson
City - Sara Bareilles
Say Your Sorry - Sara Bareilles
Begin to Hope album - Regina Spektor

Friday, March 8, 2013

It's Friday!!

Saturday morning emergency doughnut run.

Saturday evening ice cream run.

Monday. She was pretty pleased with herself.

Reading while cooking pasta

Lazy day tuesday

Baked cupcakes today!

The following pics are from wednesday. It was snowing giant wet flakes that photographed well. So of course I had to go out and play.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

late night musings

The other night I lay in bed, simply overcome with thoughts. I almost got up and turned my computer back on to start writing then… but I was afraid that would ruin whatever train of thought I had going. So I settled by writing some of it down on my phone and saving it to be reexamined later.

My eyes burn with sleep that won't come
My mind yearns for the past

And I wonder are all artistic people tortured? Is this a normal part of Artistic life?* This feeling of muchness? Too great, too terrible, too beautiful, too MUCH. There is this enormity of all of my feelings. As if everything that I can experience is too large to truly behold.

And I try to convince myself that the artistic part of me is not dead. That I can be artistic in other ways. That maybe they can be just as meaningful. Because you can't go back to what you used to be. That my sense of my artistic self is not a loss. That I'm not lost.

I'm not scared that I lost the person I used to be. I'm scared that I lost the person I could have become. The persons I could have become. The multiple versions of myself that were waiting for me once upon a time. Isn’t that the hardest part of deciding what to do with your life? Letting go of the things that you could have been? As if by choosing one path I must say goodbye to all the others that I could have taken. I know this isn’t a new question, heck “The road less travelled” is basically this question in poem form, but still isn’t it a valid question?

How do we reconcile this loss of what we could become? How do you ever decide that the path you’ve chosen is the right one when all the other paths call to you almost as loudly?

I don’t have many answers; mostly just questions that keep me awake at night. Questions that bubble back up when everything around me is quiet.

*I accidentally capitalized artistic on my phone… but I think its kind of nice, so I’ll leave it