steeplechase

getting back on the horse always feels so exhilarating and joyous.

too bad falling off is so fucking painful and annoying, and the daze that follows leaves me wondering for days how I could possibly even approach the idea of getting back on.

it starts with the little things, reading again, what pushed me out of this fog was Dress Your Family in Cordoroy and Denim. A week has passed and I've read two books and working on a third.

the thing that made me glad was finding my internet connection and being able to post a blog from home, from my bed, my studio by the lake, the only place where I am truly alone.