Look both ways

In a sense ( I'd think the common sense), I have too many books. The tiny ones, the novels, the pop-ups, the hand-printed, hard-to-chew, kiddies... On a high note I had bought 40 in a library book sale ( please, don't be panic as some are as small and light as a sticky-notes pad)

Yet in my sense, I am always always in a hype for books. When my best friend asked me what I wanted for birthday present, I couldn't think of anything else better than a book (ok there were a sport bra and bow-tie but to ask for that kind of stuff when you wouldn't receive it until next year is kinda silly) Seriously, I have to stop thinking about books for sometimes and wear more decent clothes.

So this darling came to me today, when I was looking for something to console my friend (and my very shell). It is one hundred percent doubled relevant to, not just artists, but to anyone who is standing in the middle of the crossroad. It gives me chills and shed some tiny beams onto my tummy, it goes like "I'm on my way one step closer - not being measured by right or wrong because there's no scale at all to judge with,  I'm one step closer to the upbeats of my heart and the obsession of my hands."

Yes, I'm scared of change and uncertainty and failure but I'm not gonna think too much about them for now because I'll be scared to death.

Let's sneak-a-peek. I hope you enjoy it too.


Debbie Millman - Look Both Ways