I always seem to get caught up with the worry and the details of life, and forget to take a step back and enjoy my youth. I haven't felt much for writing lately, but then again I haven't made a strong effort and building habits of writing often. In my teens writing was my only solace and comfort after my father passed away. It was how I grieved and coped with the world around me. Looking back on some of those pieces, I'm embarrassed at how "bad" they are, but I'm so glad I've kept them. They serve a purpose. It's nice to be reminded that whatever comes my way in the next few years, I'll be able to cope and thrive. I'm beginning to feel the pressure of graduation and the search for schools. I know what I want, but I'm always worried it's not what I need. Of course I'm afraid of failing, but I've spent so much of my life up to this point avoiding risk, that it feels really good to take a chance. On my myself, on love, and even on life. Even though I have a lot on my plate this summer, I hope I can find time to read and write for pleasure, and to truly enjoy my life, just as it is, right now.

On Tuesday, G and I headed off to The Natural History Museum for a Darwin Exhibition. There was so much to look at, and my personal favorite being this display with a hundred or so different kinds of hummingbirds. I couldn't find my adored Ruby Throated Hummingbird, but it was still an amazing display. After perusing the collections, the exhibition, and much staring at how beautiful the building itself is we walked over the the Science Museum. We ate lunch in the Deep Blue Café, which is this huge cobalt blue room, with internally lighted tables and decent food. I found the color rather soothing, and quite a lot of the museum was that hue. We wandered around, rode the motion simulator, and spent a good amount of time in the History of Medicine wing. We've come so far in terms of health care, and looking back at some of those instruments, I have to say I'm glad I was born in a later century. That night we went to Madame Jojo's for what they call White Heat: London's Infamous Art Rock Disco. The bands were enjoyable, and the people watching even more so. Scenesters look the same, wherever you go. We had a few drinks, but left early and enjoyed the walk home. I even got heckled at, which in a city this large, and full of so many gorgeous people, took me by surprise a bit. A quick ride home on the Tube, and I was out like a light as soon as I hit the mattress.