everybody poops.

monday morning i got my form letter from the farm, thanking me for my application and explaining that they receive so much interest that they just can't accomodate us all. i stayed in bed an extra hour, then shed a few tears (which felt overly dramatic), then thanked whatever karmic power there is that i hadn't quit my job pre-emptively.

it is now wedensday, and i'm back to thinking job-quitting is the best plan. every time i start to dig into these interests, or leaf through other peoples passions (photo blogs, cooking blogs, stories of interests-turned-full-time-occupation -- anything inspiring i can find on the internet) i realize a few things:

• everyone fails a time or ten;
• awesome things dont generate themselves. they take thought, effort, and deliberate action.
• if you spend all your time doing something not awesome, your time for doing awesome stuff will be inadequate.
• networks?

anyways. i wouldn't want to become one of those people who feels too entitled. there is probably something good about not being accepted as a glamorous, well fed, italian farmer.

too much talking, back to brainstorming.

DECEMBER!

good news:
bourbon and hot cider,
dresses and tights,
feasts and friends,
decisions and changes,
fireplaces and cozies,
visits and plans.

I kept telling myself that my 27th year was going to be amazing, then I realized that technically i have finished 27 years and am starting on my 28th. So, i dont know how i feel about that. but the point remains, that the next twelve months will be rife with excitement and purpose. even if i have to force it a bit. excitement and purpose dont just invite themselves over, you know.