An Off Day

Today has been one of those days where nothing seems to be working out quite right. You know what kind of days I'm talking about because we've all hand them at some point or another. It's where even the tiniest of things you normally are capable of you suddenly aren't, or you drop everything that you put in your hands. That's been my day. Dropping this or that, spilling, splashing, etc etc etc. Bummer! I'm in a funk today. Too many unresolved issues, worrying creeping in wanting to cover me completely, letting self pity take over, questioning if I've done the right thing. Is London really my happy place? It hasn't felt like it, but then again I haven't been trying. And if I seek my next set of goals, does it involve staying? NYC has been entering my world lately in various forms...maybe after London that will be my next stop? I think I need to get my priorities straight. What do I really want out of London? It's been on my mind since a good friend sent me that email, but it seems to change, and I haven't actually written anything down. There's only one thing that I know is at the top of my list, but everything else needs to be sorted out. I need to be sorted out. I feel balanced, but not. I know myself all to well. I can deny how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking, but I know the truth, and so do a lot of other people that know me well. A designer I once met and look up to said my eyes are all telling... And as I get older I see it more and more. I can try my best to portray something different, but in the end, they reveal everything. It's either one of my biggest assets or greatest faults. Right now, I can't decide. All I know is that I need to get out. Camden market? Most likely. Anyways, a good song to have when you need a pick me up is "I Should Get Up" by Teddy Thompson. And yes, music is my refugee if you couldn't already tell.