i'll admit it.
i'm an introvert.
wholly & completely.
i can spend hours, days (& likely weeks) alone.
i need some time to just. be. to think. to piddle around the apartment with no agenda.
i need to feel un-rushed & un-pressured.
why i chose a career that requires non-stop interaction with people is beyond me.
if you have ever lived with me, you have experienced the crazy-eyed, frustrated version of me when life has been hectic & i haven't made time to recharge.
for most of my life though, i have been my own worst enemy- always filling every slot of free time with an activity or a to-do.
people who love me are always telling me to slow down, stop "doing" & take a break.
(i'm also ridiculously stubborn.)
i'm finally taking their loving advice to heart.
so i've carved out a little space in our apartment where i can camp out each day to do my favorite things: create, read, write, reminisce, listen.
(and make lists of things to-do. later, of course.)
the reason i'm sharing it with you?
because you're there too.
a written letter from ms. porter that encourages me to be the best me i can.
a pocket cyclopedia of medicine & surgery written in 1913 from one of my favorite mentors.
an amulet from my dear friend, mr. robison. (unfortunately, you can't see it in the light.)
a journal from ms. cavnar.
stationary from miss mcfadden.
a book solely dedicated to my favorite music from mr. rocke.
a picture of my great-grandmother, a lovely reminder of the strong women in my lineage.
a picture frame from ms. brooks, a gift when i embarked on my journey to chicago.
a thumbs-up dinosaur egg my pops gave me after a rough year many years ago.
so though i'm far, far away...
know you're with me.