A couple of days ago, I decided to print out a nice photo my wife had taken of our kids on our most recent vacation. I've become a bit of a CVS or Walgreens photo-printing whore and now that I realize how easy and cheap it is to do, I'm determined to fill our tiny apartment with awesome 8x10 family shots. Anyway, sometime after the framing and hanging of the latest photo, I remember we used to have a decent oil painting somewhere in our apartment that I'd bought years ago stuffed inside one of our closets.

Recently, I was working in my office, drinking a cup of tepid coffee and listening to some Spotify playlist entitled “Six String Peacefulness.” As has become my routine, I skim through headlines, fly down my FB feed, look at the grey sky through my never-washed office building window and proceed to figure out what I have to do that day to help me live in my own skin. On the zoom in, it might sound a bit depressing, but perspective is everything when it comes to a creative lifestyle and so on this day I was feeling good.