A much-appreciated reprieve

Ah, the joys of spring break. Every time I breathe I feel freer. I quit my job, too. I can hardly fathom what to do with myself, and it's an absolutely wonderful feeling.

Today I dove into the ironically freezing waters on the East coast of my peninsular home and I became numb; I felt nothing and everything simultaneously. During this time I came to two conclusions. One was that I haven't been reading nearly as much as I'd like to. I then made a pact with myself that I'd change that. The second was that seashells are sneaky and deceptive. They're beautiful one minute then BAM!: they dry and the luster has disappeared, the beauty lasting only long enough to fool you into lugging a shit-ton home. Maybe it's nature's way of telling us to leave them where they belong: on the wet, glistening beach.

Now, I am both binging on pistachios and finally discovering the beauty of Pandora.


Musicians for you to check out:
1. J. Tillman
2. Samamidon
3. Gregory Alan Isakov
4. The Avett Brothers
5. The Low Anthem
6. JBM

If these names look familiar then you know that I'm on some odd folky, acoustic kick that causes every particle in my being to desire a home in the mountains. C'est la vie...