It’s unlikely that anyone has been waiting with bated breath for a new blog entry (except for maybe my mom—hi mom!), but just in case I’ll offer an excuse as to why I’ve been so delinquent. I’m in the middle of a five week stretch of life in which I travel every single weekend and work all of the days in between. Everything is really good—the travel is all for fun stuff and I love my job most days, but winding down (and sleeping enough) has felt really tough as of late. Plus, Eli’s been out and back lately and every day he’s home feels like a weekend so we’ve been going out together and seeing friends on work nights and I have the bags under my eyes and pimples to prove it.
Two weekends ago I flew to Minneapolis to spend time with my cousin Lynn and meet up with Eli who was flying there to play a show directly after tour dates in Japan/The Philippines. The bad news: WALK THE MOON escaped not one but two typhoons in SE Asia and made it to Minneapolis just in time for their show to get rained out. The good news: WALK THE MOON escaped two typhoons, AND spending time with my cousin Lynn was awesome. Lynn, whose full-time job is to bore college kids with economics lessons, has been bugging me to visit for years and I enjoyed eating my way through Minneapolis with her. I don’t get to see anyone in my extended family much because I’ve always lived a few hours away, so it was nice to connect about our parents and grandparents and just be with one another outside of the annual holiday gathering.
Here is a photo of Lynnie and I, a photo from a dope sculpture park she took me to, and a musical wall Eli and I encountered on a morning walk.
Last weekend I flew to LA for the VMAs. That’s a whole separate entry that I hope to write in the near future. For now, I will tell you that I totally used the VMAs as an excuse to extend a freelance deadline by one day (which was a hilarious email exchange—if you’re reading, thanks again JW!). Can’t use that excuse again anytime soon. But seriously, my goal is to get it together enough to dissect my VMAs experience and let you all know if Kanye is getting my vote in 2020. Stay tuned.
Since I’ve been flying a lot, I’ve been digging into some quality media (and maybe you guys want to bond around media?). I’ve been reading When Nietzsche Wept by Irvin D. Yalom. It’s about a fictional relationship between Nietzsche and Josef Breuer and it's full of digestible psychotherapy and philosophical concepts (this may be of particular interest to my therapist friends). Also, I listened to a few episodes of this podcast—Call Your Girlfriend—which is basically just conversations between long distance besties Ann Friedman and Aminatou Sow. I found it to be funny and comforting.
So, what’s up this weekend?
Deep Creek! (Previously Deep Creep, future-ly Deep Fleek—read my entries about this annual friend trip in years 2012 and 2014). Eli is an exciting addition to this year’s boat posse.
And now, the real reason for this post—I write tons of notes to myself in my iPhone (seriously, I have a list of possible book titles for just about everyone in my life should any of them decide to write a memoir, a future baby name list, and about 454 grocery/packing lists that need deleting) AND I recently found this happy note I wrote to myself (apparently) on May 24. I’m pretty sure the last bit is a writing idea I was fleshing out and promptly forgot about, but you get the gist.
I was happy find this note. I hope it inspires you to take a minute and reflect when things are good and save those positive vibes for a rainy (or, in this case, random) day.