I've spent quite awhile trying to write this post. I would write it. Save the draft. Go back, delete half of it. Save it. Go back. And on again.
A few weeks ago, my grandmother died from lung cancer. I've been trying to figure out where i'm going from here. It's kind of hard to watch your entire life crumble around you. It's very overwhelming. Don't get me wrong, my life has been falling apart for quite some time. My grandmother's death sped it up a little bit. You'd think this change in my life would impact some kind of need to speed up my progress and actually get where I'm going, because, you know, carpe diem and shit like that. But for some reason it has slowed me down. I see everyone around me picking up their lives and moving towards something, and I feel like the last kid on the bus. Which, honestly, I fucking am. I have to get my shit together. I feel like I'm speeding towards a bridge and the bridge is rapidly lifting up and maybe I'll make it, maybe I won't. I'd rather make it.

Also, a few other things have happened. I've been gifted with small spurts of inspiration in the form of pictures. Which is always a good thing.

I miss Kayleigh.

The pocono mountains are fucking beautiful this time of year.

It is unusually sunny today and I've been obsessed with shadows lately.

So far this is my favorite chapter in Bird by Bird

How I've been spending most of my days.

The best thing I've ever read.

I made a spice cake and it was beautiful.

I'm going to make a "My life in pictures post at least once a month.