[on the Monon Trail.  Indianapolis, Indiana.  late August, 2008.] 

i wrote a long post here about follow-through, and the fact that i continually promise people the moon and stars and fail to deliver.  i went on and on about how i desperately want to make people happy, but how overwhelmed and insecure i get, and how i’m actively trying to cultivate a little more self-preservation.  i have files and folders and bags of projects unfinished, letters written but not sent, things i wanted to share or wanted to give or wanted to do for people…..but my list gets so long and i’m trying to do so many things at once, and none of it ever really gets done to my standards, and then i feel guilty and overwhelmed and…………….. yeah, i stopped writing when i realized i was repeating myself and getting more personal than i’m comfortable with right now. (then, just for kicks, i stopped and looked up a few personality disorders on wikipedia, and became engrossed in the process of self-diagnosis. but i digress…)

all i was really trying to say was this: i have lots (lots! thousands!) of pictures on my computer that i’ve never shared with anyone.  trips and days and memories that i just didn’t find time to edit, or i felt bad about posting since they’re so old, or just kind of put aside and never got back to.  and that’s a ridiculous waste of digital space (not to mention the fact that many of them are such lovely, joyous images)…  i think i just want to be quiet for a while and not apologize or try too hard or worry about what anyone else thinks.  i’m going to let the pictures calm my mind.