11.1.

falcons.shoes. 

we.dat.

twenty.8.

currently i'm sitting on one end of the athen's couch with my head supported by the arm rest, feet on the coffee table, and my love similarly placed the other end. the difference is that she is super focused on a final grad school paper and her head is upright...going strong since 5 a.m. i find myself more and more in awe of her and the heart that beats within. for the first time in twenty8 years, she is my equal. my love for her is reciprocated and similarly appreciated. we live in a constant state of how-did-i-get-so-lucky, as we argue over who is the sweetest, greatest, and most beautiful. 

she is my perfection. 

she's my calm, my peace, my home. 

she is my heart.

try.

the.sound.of.a.new.dream.

i've finally reached the end of my employment at CAM. i'd be remiss if said i wasn't looking forward to  the end since june when the proverbial shit-hit-the-fan. the last few months have been filled with stress, nonsense, and legalese. i can also say with certainty that i am ready and have been ready.

for months my business partner and i have worked nights and weekends on our next venture:

it is time to do for ourselves what we have spent the last five years perfecting and doing for others.

have i always wanted to own a business? no. did i ever think i'd have an opportunity to work for myself? no. when the the idea came to us we were at lunch, an infamous stressed out, had enough, need a drink lunch that so very often split our morning and afternoons in june. this is real life this november morning.