Hey, we haven’t talked in awhile. And I think that is the crux of the problem. I have not given you, given this project, the time it deserves. I’m moving in August. Did I tell you that already? No, I’m afraid not. Ah, well, let me tell you something that gave me pause. My co-worker, Chels (you’d like her, she’s really funny and we like the same music), was saying to me yesterday that:
Whatever you’re afraid of, there’s a reason for it. Find it and embrace it.
She’s right. I thought about it, and I kinda am a little bit terrified about moving to the big city. As you may have guessed, I live in a small town. In the fall I will be going to a bigger, more crowded, louder, place. It’s …different. Different in a way that I’m not used to. Like when I went to Israel and I had no idea who I’d be with, just that we had something in common. Or when I first jumped off a diving board and wondered: just how deep is the pool?
What I’m saying is, I’m so wrapped in my adventure I have not been updating the Tool Box. This is something that has meant everything to me. I truly believe that when you experience an episode of depression and feel trapped in your head the best (and healthiest) thing to do is throw yourself into a creative frenzy. Drawing is nice, and stick figures totally count. Throwing paint at a canvas, writing poetry, or listening to loud music. Everyone needs that outlet.
I’ll still read my emails if you want to share. You can find me on my personal blog, too.
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