September 30, 2007


It's hard for me to understand the rhythm of things -- often, I find that when times are busy they are very very busy, and other times, I go for days where I'd kill for even the tiniest bit of excitement. Lately, it's been the busy-busy phase. Fashion week disorder, post-traumatic fashion week disorder, no real time off, friends getting married, traveling, Indian festivals in New Jersey, relationship roller-coaster, messy apartment, messy desk, messy head... A lot of it is great, some of it is not so great. And while I'd kill for a week away in the (UK) countryside just about now (one of the only places I feel like I can find myself), October is shaping up to a busy start. Jury duty this week (arg -- not so much the jury duty part of it, but because serving it means I'm going to get severely backlogged on work...) then flying off on a whirlwind through Moscow and Budapest mid-month (super-exciting! plus I get to wear my winter coats). Dinners, meetings, catching up with neglected friends in between. Being busy is really not conducive to finding yourself. The more I do, the more I get lost. And all the while I'm just trying not to let the things that matter fly by.