Future posts are likely to include the Midwest road trip I just returned from and the life plans stirring in my brain. For now, however, I'm going to just make a few comments on summertime generally. Baby steps.
This photo was featured on The Sartorialist at some point this season. It's from Italy and it represents my dreams of summer. While I sweat and gain bad body feelings from quitting smoking (yeah, that happened), I feel like this on the inside. Working towards pushing that out. Moving towards change, for me, is quite slow though. Longest gestation.
Of course, there's also a strong part of me that will think this looks like the worst kind of fun in summertime ever:
(also from thesartorialist.com)
