"This is Mel."

I spent most of my day taking exams. And listening to the Avett Brothers. Today was a good one and I'm convinced that it's because I wore polka dot socks. Not that they're lucky or anything.
I've been working on a new little piece. I am such a bad finisher and authoress. I'm in the middle of a 2013 promise, and I'm working on everything I shouldn't. This one is good though, so I forgive myself. It has a boy and a dinosaur and smooth, round stones.
Tomorrow is a sleep-in kind of morning. One that will begin with waking later and good, good coffee.

I think I am becoming more myself. Isn't it funny? That you can slip into a new skin and look at your hands and think, Of course. This is who I am. I was always supposed to be, but I didn't know how to then. Or I just forgot. I feel very self-assured and simple. It's the small things making me feel this way too. Being more accepting of mistakes. Patterned socks with flats. Smallish stories. Ceramic coffee filters. Music I actually like. Tiny things with big meanings that resonate down into your gut and your stomach and maybe even the soles of your feet.
I like discovering myself.

And Mel.
I especially like days with quaint little characters with quaint little names and a rhythmic breathing and a hope that bursts and crushes and spills over. 
I like discovering those that live in my mind.