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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

A few weeks ago, I removed comments from my blog. The interaction was down & I found myself more discouraged by a lack of response than proud of the work I put out. I didn't like where my headspace was - and so to help control my self talk, I just removed the issue altogether.

This, then, got me thinking about blogging as a whole, and before I knew it, I had written a list of intentions for my blog for the upcoming year. I believe the state of blogging has been discussed ad nauseam (though Design Sponge's essay is my favorite on the topic), so I'll try to avoid talking about blogging as a whole and just stick to how my own personal attitudes about blogging have transformed over the past five years.

These are my intentions for Interpret As You May in 2015:

Sunday, January 18, 2015
Mexico City - November 2014

The week after I accepted my new job in Austin, C & I jumped on a plane with some friends headed to Mexico City. We went to celebrate Brazos' 30th birthday and to experience the Day of the Dead. So I packed about twice as much as I needed and settled down with Amy Poehler's book for a two hour plane ride to a whole new world, knowing when I returned we'd be starting a whole new life.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

When you first walk into the hallway of my office suite, you'll notice a collection of random photos in black frames lining the walls. These are the photos of my co-workers, and those who came before me, in an attempt to personalize our little corner of the UT campus.

The photos range from a scenic overview of the Chicago sky line, to a photo of somebody's son (that's been hanging for over 6 years, apparently). There's a photo of meat, of a painter; a child's hand drawn artwork; and now there's a photo of me having beers on a street corner in Mexico City with friends.

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Friends are awesome

Last night I met up with some of my best friends from high school. I hadn't seen them in years and it was a bit surreal to be sitting across the table from two girls who I used to know so well - only to find strange, grown up versions of them staring back at me.