memories of

It used to be that I had a lot that I liked to do. I sewed, I would knit. I'd shoot my cameras every day. 

After my sister died, I lost my drive to do things, and now, I think I'm settled into a routine that resembles a rut, comfortably numb. 

I haven't updated my website, and I rarely show any new work here because largely, there isn't anything to show. Thank the powers that be for my on-going and quite cherished collaborations that keep me clicking. Surely there'd be dust collecting otherwise. 

Having cleaned house,(and having had my house cleaned for me as well-ahem), the sparsity of people to spend time with has allowed me to get comfortable with myself again. 

I quite like my own company and have learned to really embrace this period, especially when it feels uncomfortable and lonely. I'm trying to put myself out there into social situations, accepting invitations that are beyond my comfort zone and that's good. I think in my recent past I've been a bit of a shut-in and I'm tired of it. Extending myself feels right and I feel so much better about everything when I've changed my environment and gotten out of my house and head.