Currently I am parked in front of my laptop with a fan blowing warm air at my face as I keep glancing up at my reflection in the mirror on the back of my closet door. I let my hair air-dry as it is too hot to bother with the blow-dryer, and I am wondering if there is anyway that I can save it in the morning or if I should just dump sea-salt spray on my tresses and embrace the kinky ends and flat roots. The ice has already melted in the giant, orange plastic cup of water I just got for myself mere minutes ago, and my tummy is slightly swollen from consuming a little *too* much watermelon. I am listening to "So Tonight That I Might See" by Mazzy Star for the millionth time, and the anxiety that normally resides in my chest has dwindled down to almost non-existence. I am content.
These photos, along with the ones from my last outfit post, were taken at Lincoln Street Art Park in Detroit. It is a sculpture park that was built on an abandoned industrial site a few years ago, and it has recently become a hangout place for Mariah and myself. I love it because the sculptures change often and it is never super crowded, although there are bonfires and the like usually later in the evenings. I had first came here back in 2011 for engagement photos, but hadn't been back until early spring of this year with Mariah.
Lately I have been focusing on creating more good memories to tie into my past ones that were still tender up until a few months ago. It is very easy to slip into the mindset of associating certain places, events, and even music with another person. It seemed that my only options were to avoid these triggers, or to just accept both the good and bad memories and move on. I accepted, but also made the choice to extend them. I may have went to every Weezer concert before last September with my ex, it doesn't mean I have to stop listening to them, or forget all of those wonderful memories. Instead, I remember how amazing those times were, and added to them by seeing them play with friends, and by blasting them at parties. I keep the old memories, but continue to make new ones that are just as amazing. My journey with Weezer, that coffee shop, certain movies and songs are not over, they just have taken a different path. Just like I have.
On this particular day, my friends and I brought sushi to the park, took a bunch of photos, and people-watched before moving on for the evening. I have recently come to terms with the fact that my brain was very warped for most of my twenties and that my body isn't as bad as I thought it was. As little as two years ago I would have cringed at my thighs and arms, today? I love how these photos turned out. The golden hour + 90's aesthetic? I am one happy Party Cat.
In other news: I am busy! I still haven't quite figured out the balance between work and play just yet (worst Libra ever), but I am getting there! Also, this blog makes me look so much cooler than I actually am. Honestly, I am sitting in my Doctor Who pajamas and trying desperately to get the Pokemon Go app to quit crashing on me. What a time to be alive!
Crappy servers and bloated tummies aside, I am really starting to feel happy again. The girl who couldn't make plans past the end of the month last year? She is making travel plans for this autumn. I have too many wonderful friends and family members living out of state to not dip my toes into traveling a little more often. I may have not set foot out of Michigan in over two years, but that is all about to change. Indiana, Kentucky, Virginia, I am coming for you! Until then, keep it weird, kittens.