I can’t seem to write a damn thing today. I started a piece about how I look for inspiration in other people’s work, and how fun it can be to cruise through Moda Operandi and pretend I have 4k to drop on a dress. Then I started a piece on how dance had been an amazing source of power and beauty for me this week. I was excited to write it and then realized I had nothing real to say about it. I just like it.
I have felt that way a lot in the last few weeks. I can’t decide on a photo to use for a header, I can’t decided how to arrange things in my apartment, and I can’t decide what to do for the next 10 minutes. I have started writing again, after not doing so for about a month, and that has given a bit of clarity to my days, but I’m out of my groove, and trying to wiggle my way back in. I’m sure a lot has to do with still settling into a new place, job stuff changing and feeling out a new life, but the incredible lack of structure in my life right now is turning out to be more frustrating than liberating.
So I decided to add more structure, and signed up for over-priced pilates classes that will make me feel bad if I don’t go. Hoping that works.
Open to ideas if you have them, have a good weekend x