Last week on my way home from work, I drove for a few blocks behind a bubblegum pink Rolls Royce SUV as it poorly navigated its way across busy streets. I often think about the unique aspects of my life (there are many) but that particular moment stuck with me as something that could only happen while driving through Beverly Hills. I’m still getting used to the fact that I live in Los Angeles, a place with abundant streaming service billboards, a charged air of creativity, and a collective hive mind focused on the use and misuse of cars. In which case, I guess I can say I’m an official LA resident now, because I can’t stop thinking about them either.
Keep going, you are indeed brave and resilient, and a talented writer. People say 'you should write a book' to many people with a dalliance in writing. But you should, and I think you will.
Oh, Nina. I resonate with those feelings of unease and struggling with hearing your own voice. You're not alone in feeling that. Sending you hugs and lots of love. <3
Keep going, you are indeed brave and resilient, and a talented writer. People say 'you should write a book' to many people with a dalliance in writing. But you should, and I think you will.
A pleasant surprise to receive your latest post and appreciate your sharing inner travels!
Oh, Nina. I resonate with those feelings of unease and struggling with hearing your own voice. You're not alone in feeling that. Sending you hugs and lots of love. <3