As a hippie, I read a lot of articles about being fulfilled.
Note: This email actually has not been revised.
Unless I get a magical gap of free time before now and Friday, this is one of my last posts of my 20s. It feels weird.
The theater is dark now. A solitary couple, with matching grey hued short haircuts share a cross look. Glancing behind them, they look at the girl, who is shamelessly drinking a tall glass of wine, munching on popcorn, and snapping pictures.
It was almost three years ago. A friend of mine called me with a life crisis. For some reason, she chose to confide in me. I remember that night fondly, and as to protect her privacy, I won’t go into too many details.
A cold breeze, then, goose bumps. I wait for the beep beep beep of the timer to go off before asking Donna Moore, the Museum School Director, if she has her space heater.
I learned how to fold paper cranes at Terra Sol Sanctuary in downtown Wilmington, NC. Up for the task? Prepare to be frustrated.
“I think this one is a pterodactyl,” I say, crinkling my nose.
My friend Scott over at ArtSpace Raleigh shared this on his Facebook wall. I model there sometimes, and it’s an incredible mix of really talented people.
I’ve neglected what was a part of this blog before – Ask DriftylandMissy. In honor of fleeting circumstance, and what perhaps, a needed boost of introspection, I pulled out an email I received a few months ago from a reader. I didn’t answer it because at the time, I didn’t have good advice for them.…