Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Day 390.

Best. Picture. Ever.

Ayana doing her best Black Bean impression.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Day 389.

It's the kinda evening in which I'm a bit run-down from all the living and running and working and loving and partying and writing and thinking and talking, yeah? It's the kind of evening in which I am setting good boundaries and asking for what I want and noticing that my gut feels heavy because I haven't exercised in a few days, and I know that's not good for me. It's the kinda evening in which I wish I could just check out and turn on a movie but my heart and my brain are working working working running pumping on a hamster wheel.

I'm drawing pie charts representing the most ridiculous things, on construction paper.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Day 387.

A for-real for-real for-real ponytail, a quick indicator of real progress, on this journey of extreme vanity and/or boredom.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Day 385.

My collective! BibiSF. Missing one super-notable person, our beloved Rostam, who joined us remotely this evening. I hella love these folks.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Day 383.

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." - Kahlil Gibran

Monday, February 20, 2012

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Day 380.

Hey, Shadia! It was great to see you last night!

(A special note for a friend who I know has these delivered to her inbox every day.)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Day 377.

My heart is simultaneously heavy and light. My lungs are working out a bunch of junk. I choose to look at this as some sort of metaphor.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Day 376.

My lungs, my poor lungs. Trying so hard to push something out while pulling oxygen in. Breaths are short. Heart is hurting, too, just adjacent. Everything is tight in there. I discovered that a bout of sobbing brought on by the end of a terrible rom-com about ballroom dancing, followed by a hot shower, is a great way to get a bunch of mucus out of my body. Happy Valentine's Day.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Day 375.

So sick. Been sleeping all day. Fever, body aches, coughing, sneezing, shortness of breath. Lungs mad at me, trying to take a break. Grogginess.

Was feeling uncared for, a bit. My boss insinuated that I was faking yesterday when I went into work and realized that I was actually way too sick to be there. I freaked out and started crying. I know I have been getting sick a lot, but I didn't do it on purpose and I'm not faking, for crying out loud. I was pissed. Then I went on to work all day, which did me no favors. It was officially the worst work day I've ever had there.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Monday, February 6, 2012

Day 368.

A Freakout Day in the Life of Mahfam:

Inner Voice: I think I am having a bit of a freakout.
Voice of Love: Oh, sweetheart. What are you freaking out about?

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Day 366.

Favorite new question to ask people when greeting one another and I really really want to know what's up (which is quite often): "How's your heart?"

My own answer to that question today, when asked by a friend: "My heart is breaking open over and over again like an ever-blooming flower."

Friday, February 3, 2012

Day 365.

It's been a year, and all I've got for you today is this! See you tomorrow.