Rebellion

I turned 37 last week and promptly felt the urge to rebel. I quit the 100 Day Project. I didn't have a great plan for maintaining it, and as soon as I went a day without taking a photo, I gave myself permission to just stop. I didn't stop noticing things, but as a daily broadcast, it was feeling arbitrary. It also took the energy out of ever wanting to write about anything else.

Sometimes it's important to press through, but this is not one of those times. Life changes and my relationship to blogging has been somewhat consistent but also very seasonal. I still find blogging fun because it lets me ride those waves. The current wave, if you must know, involves a list of 90s love songs on shuffle play on Spotify. (Lisa Loeb, how did I forget about you?!)

I'm thinking about big questions right now, like if I'm ready to use jersey knit for my next dress, or if I will ever think of myself as a gardener, or if I'm ready to bring my folding bike on the bus, and whether James Holzhauer will ever be defeated on Jeopardy. And other stuff.

So that's all for the moment. I'll hop back on here soon enough, but I wanted you to know I'm still alive and noticing the world and all its strange beauty.