We felt like we were in Iceland. But really we were 15 minutes from our house at Utah Lake.
This sweater ^ // Convoy (thanks Asher) // Retrograde by James Blake // self hair trims at midnight // business meetings with Havoc // pizza in bed // quick trip to Las Vegas // quick trip to Arizona // riding my bike in the rain // practicing being open and honest despite my fears of not being accepted // laughing every day // cookies n' cream // dreaming of a tattoo I've wanted to get for a long time // being a chicken about it // Busted Havoc's lip by accidentally elbowing him // .
Seven married couples. Six singles. One couple engaged. Five rounds of Mafia. Who knows how many rounds of Chess. Too many bags and boxes of junk food consumed. One massive cabin in Sundance, Utah. Split so many ways, it made for a cheap vacation 20 minutes away from our house in the mountains. One "secret talent" show turned embarrassing moments story hour. Very few hours of sleep. First annual cabin trip of many, I'm crossing my fingers.
Religion started to confuse me when part of my religious recipe was ruining the flavor of the finished cake.
You feel me?
I mean, at different times in my life, I'd make a choice that I felt, deep in my gut, was the right choice. But by making that choice, I was going against a teaching I'd been taught by my religious leaders my whole life. Breaking a rule, if you will.
And maybe, to be more fair, most of the time it wasn't even about me making a choice that I felt was right, rather, me making a choice that I felt didn't matter. I'm talking- "in the grand scheme of things". Did every single thing on this long list of things I'm supposed to do (or not do) really matter? I started feeling like not all of them did.
And then I thought, I believe different things on "the list" matter for different people. It's about the individual. There a millions of recipes that all make cake.
So it's when I started feeling all that, that I became confused. And confusion led to fear, and fear led to anger, and anger led to loneliness.
And all that finally led to internal peace. I'm still figuring out my recipe, but I can promise you it's different than yours, and yours, and yours too. Because we're all different and that's quite all right with me.
It is Herman Rorschach's 129th birthday - you know him from his Rorschach inkblot tests. And since I make one-of-a-kind inkblot pillows, we're celebrating his birthday with a huge sale on all of my pillows that are listed in the shop. They are nearly 50% off! Go have a look and spread the word to any one who might be interested. Also, make sure to enter the code PILLOWWIN at checkout for FREE SHIPPING when you spend $100 dollars or more on pillows and/or prints. The sale lasts through next Friday. Can you tell I'm in a good mood?
Have a good weekend.