it is a new year. it is well into the new year. it is the end of january.
i never made any resolutions, not really. usually, i do. i make a list. i plot. and i definitely have things i plan to do like finish projects and really spend time doing the things i love to do, but for me, mostly, from here on out it is a path of developing awareness and presence appreciating the moments in life that are so worth appreciating. all of them. fleeting, though they are. i plan to really look at them and be there in them from here on out. you hear that, moments? i am here.
i have discovered things about myself. strange things. different things, like, i absolutely love letters and fonts. i mean, i knew that, but i didn't really know that.
i know that now.
i think secretly in another lifetime i was a typographer. i'm not kidding. i own more than one book about calligraphy and i plot out tattoos that i plan to get based on the latest fonts i fall in love with. and words i fall in love with too. i buy books about bubble writing and about graffiti lettering and about all kinds of other types of lettering. i collect letterpress letters and have them piled in bowls and on shelves spelling out various things. i noticed all this the other day.
did anyone else notice this?
i think what really made me aware of it, to be honest, i mean really aware that my heart actually throbs and gets excited about font, of all things, was reading about type camp in uppercase magazine. type camp! there's a whole layout in that magazine about the many fabulous retreats that exist, that we should be aware of, such as squam, which i've been to and is for-sure life-changing, and the makerie + the teahouse and ace camp, ace camp! which i fantasize about.
but type camp.
now why in the world would i get all sing-songy about that? i have no idea. and to be honest, i don't know that i'd really want to go - i might just want to sit on my computer and spend way too much time scouting out typography blogs and cursing the prices of the many drool-worthy fonts that are out there, waiting to be used and wondering what i can do with those fonts if i ever get my hands on them.
or maybe i will go after all. to type camp. hmmm.
but anyway, secretly, in another life, a typographer. i'm certain. i'm positive. isn't that a fun thing to discover at almost 40?
in other news griffin and i abandoned all plans of cooking with absolutely no qualms whatsoever and walked to sweet rose for an ice cream sundae dinner. it was just us, after all, and we needed a walk. and we needed an ice cream, too.
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