Glorieta Mesa

I suppose it's my Puritan genetics which make me beat myself up for spending too many hours looking at the profiles of students I otherwise hated in college, then tempting myself to follow actually incredibly interesting movement teachers, only to be reminded that I haven't even started a blog, and besides, my life isn't interesting enough, visually, to start an instagram.

But then I realized that I can spend all day on the internet, indoors, even when living in a location as beautiful as this [link mesa] because I love conjuring up connections that only researching can create.

I was going to spend today making a mobile, perhaps with orange slices, juniper berries and pinecones from the 80 acres I share with my landlord and neighbor-child therapist-hippie couple. I also have three more sets of pull ups practice to do.
This is me doing that on my kittens' scratching post. $5.49 and a decent cardio workout cheaper, than the cardboard one.

I'm hoping this blog will develop into my experiments in self sufficiency. Along the way, I will probably include arguments Alex, my 35 year old boyfriend, and I have about me wanting to be alone, yet how difficult it is. It's the only thing in my life that I'm sure of.