The old and the new.
I spent Wednesday night free writing for an hour. I wrote it all out. The roadblocks I’ve been feeling and the pressure I’ve been puttting myself under. I wrote everything out.
And I took Friday off.
And after a weekend of a) nothing, b) shopping, c) lunch with Miss Chicago, d) a block party, e) a run, f) sunbathing, g) coffee and politics with my parents and COMPLETELY rearranging and improving my home I feel like I’m in sync again.
I feel like my life is starting to match how I feel and what was missing wasn’t something I wasn’t doing, but something I was ignoring — myself.
And I mean that in the shopping-bag-toting-facial-mask-doing-sex-and-the-city-watching single girl way.
It’s good to be home.