4th of July

Today is the 4th of July, and this weekend I’m more or less spending it alone because I’m relatively new to the Los Angeles area, and there’s a tennis tournament many of my friends are attending that I didn’t get a chance to go to. I’m alright with that. It reminds me of that Thanksgiving weekend I spent at my parents’ house dogsitting Whitty. That was a good time, though the weather was a bit better. 

It’s been pretty refreshing lately with turning 37 and all. I think I finally know what I want in life and am mature enough to go after it. I don’t want to write another post about architecture, but I am, in fact, thinking about it. 

I’ve been shopping a lot lately, and whenever I do, I tend to think it’s because there’s something on my mind I’m trying to get out. I don’t really know what to make of it. I think a positive to that is that I ended up going to Goodwill the other day and picked out a bunch of cool clothing for about twenty dollars. That’s an incredible steal in comparison to what I usually pay for garments. I need to do that more. Buying clothing has been a major source of financial drain for me, and if I am going to get serious about architecture, I need to develop some sensible financial habits. 

I’m also just really grateful that I’ve been getting into reading a lot more lately. I purchased an ottoman for my room to put my legs on, and it’s been a wonderful addition. My other ottoman I need to find a way to get rid of; maybe I’ll donate it, I don’t know, we’ll just have to see. 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth taking the artistic path in life because of the ensuing loneliness that comes with it. I think in many ways the reasonable response to that statement is that I didn’t really choose this life; this life chose me. I just have to get on the best way I can and enjoy the journey.