several years ago i looked in my closet and noticed the preponderance of black and beige hanging there. it startled me. how had i not noticed the blahness? some can carry that palette off and look elegant. not me. my energy is noticeably affected by the energy around me, and the drab had seeped into my system. i was droopy... and wanted not to be.
i guess first you have to wake up before you can come back to life. and every year since i started opening my eyes, life seems zestier. the pursuits that bring me the most glee also seem to be profoundly rich in wisdom and a-ha moments. my relationships, marathoning, photography, drawing, producing, helping animals in need, snuggling with my own, yoga, traveling, embracing other cultures, gardening organically and making yumminess in the
kitchen (pudding from scratch is TOTAL comfort decadence) all make me as happy to get out of bed in the morning as my puppy. and yes, Pucci... oh, the Pucci. i feel like i'm wearing a dr. seuss frock--it's so unabashedly happy in whimsy. (and how can you have a bad day wearing dr.seuss-ish clothes?)
i'm so grateful for all the inspiration in this world. especially when things seem pretty globally crappy. and i just want to share what keeps me sprouting towards the juicy stuff... 'cause you can't put enough good energy out there.
