Time ticks away in huge chunks until minutes seem to no longer be part of the time equation.
My life seems to be measured in hours and days. Events. Projects.
Didn't I just post a Weekend Journal?
Travel Journals. Gift Journals. Assemblage. Gallery and Outdoor Shows.
I thought I started in plenty of time. I'm having doubts but I know it will somehow all come together -
I Think. I hope.
I keep thinking about that. Lines, circles, dots. All coming together to form coherent words and sentences.
I feel like I'm living in shorthand - much like this post.
But I'm not feeling a bit coherent!