May day. Walked over the Brooklyn Bridge. Went swimming. Trying to relax.
The cookbook I've been writing and photographing for three years is on its way. Arrival in late June. This is a turning point, though I don't know what's ahead. It's a milestone in my life: when I started it, I saw myself as just a writer; now photography and art direction are in the mix. Welcome additions.
But I'm sitting around a lot lately wondering where it'll all lead, and trying to make sure I'm ready for any opportunity that I've created for myself. Dream work? That I don't know specifically. Some balance of creativity and helping people. Some life where I don't get bogged down in the details and experience spiritual death earning a paycheck. It's out there...I just have to know it when it comes my way.