Over the weekend, I visited my dear friend Callie and had a wonderful time, being silly and having the best talks. Not to mention that being in a different state kept me from a whole lot of "hurricane updates." Seriously, I got home and my parents were like "THE FRANKENSTORM, THE FRANKENSTORM" and I was like "I guess I should have stayed on the train?" Honestly, I've been feeling like a bit of a frankenstorm myself - a gross, beautiful amalgamation of good and bad parts, partly striking fear in the hearts of men (u know how i do, ladiesz) and partly spiraling around off the east coast not quite sure where I'm headed exactly. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. I'm not being purposefully vague, but frankly, it's the same old reflections that a lot of people my age are struggling with, and that I've voiced here before.
Sure, today was Halloween. And I made up my mind to just leave the mope behind and wear this horse sweater. Because sometimes, you just need to wake up early, convince yourself to do yoga, get a decent amount of work done, and do it all while wearing an absurd sweater, just to remind yourself, "Things aren't so bad," and "I can do this." Am I right? I think I'm right on this one.
This is one of the many flattering faces when I see a stray cat
Then I picked up some leaves, but didn't know what to do with them
So I examined them?