i take notes.

i take notes of things my friends, passer-byers, neighbors, and coworkers say that are interesting to me on little torn sheets of paper, on the back of receipts, restaurant napkins, my notebook and oh, my hand. yeap, i still write on my hand and i am literally writing your words down. and where it all ends up, that's for me to know. but, you will see on some days that my purse embarrassingly resembles an office waste basket where all the jots mix.

i have a love affair with imagery. the innumerable ways in which we can create a visual entity and its ability to evoke emotions does not cease to amaze me. but words.... oh, words. they have this powerful way of shaping my being, my perceptions. it, for whatever reason, is the quickest way into my heart. write me a letter, send me a postcard, speak to me your thoughts and you will find yourself having a VIP pass into annie's soul.

with that said, here's something i jotted down to remember tonight:

"the hard work you do in quiet places will ultimately show in public." - hank.