Last night was spent out in the small cabin by the lake. I woke up and did yoga on the porch while the fish were jumping, and took a walk.

Everyone will be leaving really soon. To college, and for me, to adventure. I'm having mixed feelings, between the excitement of leaving and the reverence of how long we've been friends.



Right now I'm making lemon-lavender shortbread and cleaning out the room we'll be giving to a boarder.

I'm reading The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp, and it has me examining my creativity as a responsibility--to learn about it, to give it time every day to grow by sitting down with a pencil or a paintbrush, by finding out more about it by exploring my own creative tendencies, by respecting it enough to let it lead me.

It has really interesting exercises, like going a week without looking in a mirror to see how your perspective of yourself changes, or not speaking for a week, to absorb your surroundings instead of add to them. Also, it has questions that delve into the nature of your creativity, how you view the world, what makes sense to you, how you express whatever is inside.

It's making me think about my future in an entirely different way.