Trying to record the small things I create every week, just to keep track if I'm being consistent with practice. 

"How berry nice you are." 

"I find myself getting lost, in the jungle that is my mind and the tangled vines that are your words."

"A man can do all things if he but wills them." 

Around April of this year, I made my first wreath painting and asked the people I know for words that could be written in the blank space. I got a wide range of answers, from "You have to make it okay." to "'E di wow.". In the end though, I left the original work blank, and only added the suggested text by using a photo editor. Thank you technology.

Now I've made my second full fledged wreath, and am once again asking the people for suggestions. 

I think I'll keep the original blank again though. There's something comforting about a blank space, you can make it into whatever you want it to be. 

I'm not sure how fitting of an introduction the above is for me trying to revive this blog, but it just seems right. I wanted to revive this blog, almost exactly for the same reason I started it. The search for the great perhaps is still on, but it isn't so vague now. The Great Perhaps has a fuzzy outline, fuzzy, but an outline nonetheless. Even with that outline in mind though, I'm still a long way away, and I'm not sure just how much I'm working towards my goals. 

Sometimes it feels as if there are too many things to be done. Or there are just too many things I want to do. And for the past year, I've felt like there isn't enough time to do all those things. Be it work, or trying to develop new skill sets, exploring new places, meeting with people - so many things to be squeezed into a week. Where does rest fit in?  I find it crazy and frightening how time flies by so quickly. It strikes me as dangerous, this fleetingness. Sometimes before we can even take stock of our lives and recalibrate, the end of the year is upon us and we try to make new resolutions again without really having accomplished most of the old. 

I envy people who either, seem like they found their Great Perhaps, or  don't really care if they find it and just live in the moment. But everyone has their own way, and for now I'm still trying out mine.

Here's to recording that journey (hopefully continuously) in this tiny helter-skelter space on the internet.