home again, home again...

you know... as i near thirty (which i am beyond excited about), i have to stop and give thanks on a more-than-regular basis. you see, as the changes have been constant and [seemingly] endless, i made this deal with myself... acknowledge everything you are grateful for. everything. a job, an apartment, the most kick-ass family on earth, clean panties, that cat... you see what i'm getting at. and since we all know that i have the teensiet tendency towards the dramatic side of life, it's hella easy for me to forget about being grateful when shit's flyin' off the fan. ya dig?

today, i reflected on, yet another, trip to la for work. our entire company (which is based in new york), was in la for a national forum. pretty interesting to get a glimpse at the people who have the same job as me, but in other locations. we are a motley crew, i tell you. and even though i don't always remember (especially in the fancy corporate setting), it's ok to be me. and i'm grateful that i'm still remembering/learning that about myself. for, as independent as i claim to be... it's easy to get run over by the ideas of right, appropriate and professional. i can be those things whilst i maintain my own independent integrity.

you better believe i wore the one piece jumpsuit, beehive-style top-knot and helvetica necklace to cocktail hour. me. and not to get a rouse or reaction... simply to feel in my own skin in a somewhat anxiety-producing environment.

also, i went to long beach for one night-night. big red was making matador hats. obvi.

that first photo... hollywood high (sheik pride)... with the dtla backdrop. it was the view from my room at the roosevelt hotel. did i mention that big red's mama, granny poopsie, or maybe she should be grande dame red, is a hollywood high alum. obvi. now it's yoga all weekend. see ya.


ps. today would have been grandpa jim's 94th birthday. and he was in my dream last night. yes, please. and thank you.