It's been a busy few days. Sleep has not been a friend-I've been waking up with the feeling that I just completed an arduous trek into subconscious land, but that I was only beginning to navigate my way.
I'm trying not to write like a blogger, and attempting to find a balance between what simply happens in my life and what I experience that might contribute to a greater understanding of being. Alive.
I'm quite sure that this is a self-imposed turning point for me, also known as a quarter-life crisis. But I think the more I become o.k with that, the easier it will be to come out the other side as a healthier person.
There is so much to do all the time. Like finding a traditional Chicago-style hot dog. In case you don't know, these include: mustard, celery salt, onions, hot peppers, tomato and pickle spear. I'm attempting to upload pictures on a separate page, but haven't figured out how yet. The picture to the left is on Devon St., a lovely little neighborhood composed primarily of people from India and Pakistan. Lunch, though we couldn't tell you what it was, was delicious and I discovered a new found appreciation for chai and candied fennel.
Thinking about my birthday just one week away. Feeling much better than last year at this time. This year I have the ability to discern what I actually like and dislike and I'm going to take the day to celebrate that...
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