I don't know what the hell has happened to America while I was away for the majority of the last decade, so instead I'm trying to think about what the hell has changed in me. Who knows what the problem is, but I suspect it's that all my art supplies have been floating on a ship for weeks and I'm going nuts without them.
So although every day I've been faced with crap like this sign while I have four bags of luggage to move, there are also mornings where I wake up to my beautiful new city and feel pretty sure that it's just going to take a little time before things start feeling better.
For the immediate future I'm listening to a friend who advised me to give myself "permission to not be creative."
Probably not a bad idea since a blood vessel blew in my left eye, turning it red and making me look like an escaped circus clown. I laughed so hard when I read that a subconjunctival hemorrhage is "generally a painless and harmless condition." I thought, "well not to my reputation it isn't!" I've decided that when my body starts exploding, it's time to ease off a bit and take a break.
Once I can return to blogging, I'll start out by sharing some exciting news as well as some fun photos of the groove-a-licious hotel I'm staying in. (Look closely at the rainbow photo for a sneak peek. Notice the reflection of the frosted glass mirror in the window? Now that's what I'm talkin' about!)
Oh yeah, you're in for a treat... just hang in there with me and we'll get through this...
*Sorry for the re-post gang, something went wrong with my link and when I went to fix it everything went crazy. Ironic or no?