This week has been very soul-searchy for me. Two of my personality traits have been crossing hairs in the most unfortunate way. I am widely and easily fascinated on one hand and fiercely in need of a plan on the other. I want to know my steps 5 in advance, but that’s really hard to do when you’re not sure which direction you’re going.
Things I do know for sure: Uggs and a cardigan will always be comfortable. Loving my lazy Friday OOTD. Instead of focusing on the future, I spent the morning working on the here and now. There’s something so grounding about tackling short-term projects. I may not know where I’ll be in a year from now, but I do know that my education portfolio is going to look amazing!
In addition to working on school projects, I took some time to do a little bit of redecorating. I want to fill my whole wall up with pictures and quotes; I love being surrounded by things that make me happy. (Honestly, it’s so illogical to decorate more when I’ll be moving out in a few months, but here we are.)
“Do what you love” is a scary statement when you love so many things but life is a grand adventure and I intend to take full advantage of it.
I love that crick in your side you get from laughing too much and I love it when your face hurts from smiling all day and I love feeling so content that time seems to stop. I love those really really good days. And, more often than not, my days are really really good. Most days I’m giggling with my best friend and I’m doodling Disney characters and I’m scheming up some fantastic new dream.
But some days I’m not okay. Every now and then, my normal type-A-levels of stress and anxiety increase astronomically and find myself in a funk. Right now, my eye has been twitching nonstop for a week and I can’t quite muster up the gumption to go to a meeting that I really should go to. My hands jittery, my insides ache, and all I want to do is get in bed. I go from happy, bubbly me to a shaking ball of anxiety in an instant.
It sucks. It sucks to not be okay. It sucks to feel icky and lonely and bogged down. But that’s reality. Some days you aren’t okay.
There’s a silver lining to these junky days: I’m reminded how thankful I am for people who know how to love me. I’m surrounded by people who know to feed me and listen to me and let me be alone. I’m sure here in a few days, I’ll come out of this little funk I’m in and I’ll be back to laughing too loud in public places.
For now though, I’ll call my mom every three hours and watch movies that make me cry and eat the food my sister fixes for me.
Some days you aren’t okay. And that’s okay.
I had my first test of the new semester this morning, so naturally, instead of waking up early to study some more or to exercise & get the blood flowing to my brain (#science), I woke up early to drink coffee and to listen to my favorite podcast. The She Didn’t Text Back Podcast is crass and rude and hysterical and the perfect thing to listen to at 7:54 a.m. (That statement is also #science).
In a lot of ways, I’m not a morning person, but there is just something so undeniably great about having plenty of time to do your makeup and sip that life-sustaining juice that is coffee. And it’s an added bonus when your mug is stinkin’ adorable.
In keeping with the lazy Monday theme, today’s OOTD featured a tee shirt proclaiming my general feelings (Ok, but first coffee) and yoga pants for the ultimate test-taking comfort.
I’ve been trying for literally years to practice yoga consistently. As much as I love it and can recognize the positive impact it has on my health and happiness, I just can never seem to make it a part of my daily routine. And then I feel all negative about that and so very un-yogi like, perpetuating my distance from my practice. But today’s a new day and I’m celebrating making it to the mat! A nice stretch to start the week off right. Now to tackle that paper I’ve been putting off…
It’s been a rainy, dreary day here in Tennessee, the kind that makes you want to skip your classes and just stay tucked up in bed. Thank goodness for coffee and rain boots.
Rainy day = Simplicity. Black jeans, loose tee and my go-to jacket for the OOTD.
The only logical thing to do after class on a gross Friday morning is to reflect and reminisce. For Christmas, I received the most lovely set of paperback journals. Each has a theme and simple little prompts to get the words flowing. A Dr. Pepper in my sparkly cup, some Beatles music, and making a list of tiny pleasures I want to enjoy more; what could be better?
I’m generally a pretty introspective, nostalgic person, but this week I’ve been feeling particularly reflective. Two years ago, I left school to work at Walt Disney World for a semester. This week has been a mess of emotions remembering that time and it seemed fitting to take a look through my scrapbook this morning. So many sweet memories.
Sleepy, simple Friday mornings are easily one of my favorite things. No rushing, no stress. Even the nasty weather can’t spoil this glorious morning.