I wish we were magic.

Currently listening to Dead Man's Bones, obsessing over typography, overanalyzing life, setting unrealistic expectations for myself, and forgetting to wash my hair.

Born to multiply.

Oh, 2010. You tumultuous beast. I am so enthusiastic about moving on from you and into this new adventure we call your successor. 

At the end of every year, I like to humor myself and think about the lessons I've learned. Normally, these lessons seem as effective as the frivolous resolutions that accompany them, but I truly feel like I may have earned myself a few survival badges this time around.

So, what have I learned?

Making an art series about coping mechanisms does not mean you are anywhere near meeting your healthy match just yet.

Friends and family are brought together and drift apart based on convenience.

"Forgiving doesn't necessarily mean forgetting." Thank you, wise friend of mine.

Fiercely loyal people can't demand the same from every single person in their lives.
However, those who rise to the occasion are for keeps.

The Shins' Wincing The Night Away album is bloody brilliant.

No scarlet-faced insult or intellectualized re-telling will ever temper old wounds the way lovely words from a new possibility can. Did I just say that?

Cheers, to a year of growth and resiliency.