The temperature is warming up outside and I have left my coat at home THREE times this week so I think it’s offical: spring has made it’s way to the midwestern state of corn and race car drivers.
I have recently wrote an article for Indianapolis Monthly on hammocking which will be published in the coming months. It has made me so excited to get out my own hammock soon with the warmth on the rising.
Along with the hope of getting to take a swing in in my hammcok soon, posting on this blog weekly has always been one thing I’ve always hoped to dedicate to; however, with the ups and down of student life it’s difficult to scheudal in time to write admist all the papers and required reading and deadline and trips to go get coffee so you can do it all.
But the bitter sweet news is that student life is almost to an end. I’m graduting college with my BA in English within a month. Then it’s time to move on with the next chapter. (The next chapter will definaily include writing on this blog more.)
For the meantime, though, here are a few things I’ve been listening to. I always seem to be listning to something, whether it’s an audio version of a book I have to be reading for class or a song I just can’t get out of my head. These three things have been my favorites, though.
Here is a podcast I’ve been listening too called Simple. Tsh Oxenreider is a wonderful host who asks the best questions to whoever she is hosting. The topics are always thought provoking and relevant.
Here is a song I’ve been listening to on repeat in my car. (Yesterday with the windows down because yay warmth!)
Here is an audiobook I’ve been listening too while I shuffle loads of laundry through the washer and scrub dishes clean. Chaning Slow is written by Indiana based Erin Loechner and I just love her and her story.
What is something YOU have been listening too? Let me know in the comments below. (Also, is it starting to warm up where you are?)
I’ve got a job in the middle of the city for the next four months. I never thought I’d call these buildings — the heartbeat of Indy — a place I’d dream of working, I never even thought it was possible for me. But this thing call life is unpredictable, even in the best of ways.
A few days ago, I woke up early to beat the traffic and take extra care driving since this January has been a slick one. It ended up being that I arrived downtown an hour early — exactly fourty minutes to spare before I head into work.
I don’t know what it is with me and parking garages, but they seem to be my place to think. Nobody hardly parks on top of the garages; it’s quiet, except for the noises that come from off the streets below; the view is almost always a spectacular one –whether it’s a distant view of a cityscape or you’re in the midst of the massive concrete structures that tower around you.
With this extra time in my hands, I spent it taking photos, writing about my first few days of work, and then riding down ten floors in an elevator, walking out into the city streets, finding myself some coffee. There is always time for coffee.
Work was slow that day but the whole experience of being in my dream office — with windows overlooking the heart of the city — knowing that I made it here, was all I could ever ask for. I made it, after all the hard work and people who told me I could never become a writer, I made it. I get to spend my days typing away and walking down the city streets because I got there early, is just something I will never cease to be thankful for. Even if it is only for four months.
I’m not really sure where I was going with this topic, or if I can’t fully elaborate on it yet, because I’m smack dab in the middle of it — but I will keep coming back to these moments of city and work and writing and figuring out myself and coffee (always coffee)… and maybe, eventually, I will have enough words to fulfill the thoughts and experiences I am living.