oh Alice. / i didn’t quite know what to do with the idea a friend tried to put in my head back in summer04— i was despairing not ‘having a place’ in the world of obvious careers/job-decisions and freaking out about temp work and making it in this world (i was between frosh/soph year of college, so—) anyhoo, this friend told me that i didn’t need to choose the right path, that i just needed to have decided on one for the moment. so that i cld easily answer with it in interviews or conversations with people that wouldn’t ‘get’ the big art fag picture of my life. my brain has meshed this ‘path of the moment’/one stepping stone on the way to one’s ultimate path— with the Emersonian (? misremembered education?) idea that life can be accomplished by sailing metaphor— always tacking and re-adjusting to the winds. criss-crossing across the sea. i’d say there’s something to it. one foot in front of another. eventually we make our own cattle paths, typhoons, trade winds, pirate ships, Venetian canals and worlds to explore and roles to live in them. i have rarely seen a life that rings entirely true as what i want (to be/to be doing), so i seek every day to expand on what i do want to be doing. words from/to the girl frantically setting up her first actual art studio to do all the art/writerly/life things i’ve always wanted to. gah. blerg. art. oh Alice.
(Source: passthesteezplease, via face-down-asgard-up)
