los angeles, california.
i’ve been struggling with feeling even remotely sane. this impromptu move to los angeles has been incredibly inspiring, but i am a wild dog stranded in the heat with nothing but my illusions of other animals around. i am dehydrated and overly ambitious at the same time. the never ending circles of being distracted by my desires, lost entirely in thought, and then scolding myself for not being present. “wake up, megan!” but at the same time it’ll be patience and forgiveness that will allow me to flow. this wonderful book i’ve been drooling over, west with the night by beryl markham, has been a pleasant reminder to do more than i dream. oh, but i love to dream. fortunately this is something that i have been conscious of for far too long, and i now have more projects to put all of these thoughts to action with. i want to wake up at sunrise just to see more hours of each day. i love doing. ive just been in this phase of brainstorming and it’s time to move on.