Ashworth Alcove

I'm twenty-five years old today. And you know what? It feels pretty damn good. Twenty-five is a good age. This feels like a turning point. I've heard people reference the "seasons" of life. Of course, you have spring, summer, autumn and winter. I can feel that I have transitioned from spring to summer. I've built the foundation, now it's time to build the walls and paint them my favorite colors. I didn't move into summer overnight. It's been a transition. But I know now that I'm in summer for a few reasons. - The Pandora station I'm currently listening to isn't Iggy Azalea or Pitbull. Nope, it's Ella Fitzgerald. - I think my parents are cool. Like, they're the only people I hang out with and the kicker is... I'm okay with that. - My idea of a good time is eating popcorn and wearing sweatpants. - I'm making a quilt. - I know my credit score. - I'm pre-approved for a home loan. - I say things like, "When I ...

  If fall was music it would be some quirky folky stuff. It'd probably be weird to you, but I'd love it. I do love it. Fall - People turn inward, both physically and mentally. That's one of the reasons why I like fall so much. It's introvert season. The season represents the aging of oneself I think. And I mean, I'm somewhere in the neighborhood of mid-sixties at heart, so... It's fitting. As far as I'm concerned we all need to spend more time with quilts. I began this month with a sort of unofficial plan to try harder to be more carefree. Once upon a time I was downright laid back. I just want to free flow, but I get in my own way. So I set out to relax a little. Just chill the hell out. I'm happy to report that I got the hang of it faster than I anticipated.