My horoscope says that my biggest problem will be deciding which grand idea to pursue. I like this.
I also like the font that this blog is written in. I have no idea if it looks the same to you who are reading it, but it’s a kind of lovely old-fashioned type face that makes me feel like I know what I’m doing.
I know what I’m doing. Sometimes my methodology is so strange that even I am puzzled, but I really, really believe that deep down, some part of me (and I’ll credit gut for this one) knows exactly what’s going on.
The secret is to filter out all the fuzz to get at the heart of what I really want, and what I really want is this:
I want to write, and make really compelling live performances that people will want to go to, and make a living doing both of these things.
I want a family and a baby that was made partially by me.
I want a home to call my own, with my own distinct touches, and a real sense of ownership.
I want to travel.
I want to trust that everything is ok. Really, fundamentally trust that. If you can do this, you have no idea how lucky you are. I used to be good at that too.
I want a sturdy dog with a nobel head.
I want outdoor space to wander with the fore-mentioned sturdy dog with a noble head.
I want a small, beautifully organized studio for making pretty things.
I want a big kitchen/dining area to always host family and friends.
I want weekends at the market with children who are excited by the colours and smells.
I want bubble baths with my girlfriend where we have epic conversations.
I want my boyfriend to read out loud to me in the evenings.
I want quiet romantic, candle-lit moments with each of them, and both of them, and sometimes all alone.
I want to give all of my talented friends opportunities to shine.
I want to touch people by expressing the things they fear, love, dream of, and desire.
I want to leave something behind when I’m gone.
The morning is moving along. I had better get started.
What do you want?