socks on

I have so much exciting stuff zipping through my brain I can hardly keep my socks on the past couple days.  

[stuff] = photography, finding a [beautiful to-me because it’s my own] house to live in and fill with rest and warmth and joy, finding a grown-up girl job [and believing that I’m capable of a grown-up girl job]

[see also]: overwhelming amount of (photography) inspiration and goals and         to-do lists, chickens laid their first two eggs after a rough, egg-less winter, goals/goals/goals, thesis project, graduation, Rachel Elaine Kingsley becoming a Michigander again after her year-long honeymoon/adventure in North Carolina…

[If we’re being specific]: a photo a day for my entire first year of marriage compiled in a lovely book sounds delicious.  I’m usually a few days behind on those photo a day things because I don’t think about it until, say, January 3 and, by then, I think I’ve missed the boat.

I can hardly stand it.  And my [proverbial] socks are all over the place.