You have to let it all out to start again.
So this time next week it will be my last night as a 35-year-old. I’m getting that antsy feeling. That “there’s more to life than this” feeling. My life is good, don’t get me wrong. But the feeling that I want to do something I really want to do. The how much more 9-5 stress can I really take feeling…
It’s scary how the words you hear and the messages you take away affect the rest of your life.
I have come to dislike the word interesting. Really dislike it.
I’ve determined that for me, the golden hour is a complex time. At once it feels like anything is possible all the while my mind starts going to worst case scenario and that antsy feeling starts. It’s the hour of mental/physical/emotional overload for me.
It appears we can start sleeping with the windows cracked open. Thank goodness.
10 pillows on the bed. Excessive?
I think I’m going to start reading Gone Girl. I’ve only had it on my kindle for months now…
Note to self: Don’t live your life so that you end up feeling stuck somewhere.
I’m seriously wondering what it would take to pack up my family and move to Europe.
We don’t give ourselves enough credit. And tonight I’m feeling that it’s too easy to go through life doing without getting to really know ourselves. Days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years and one day….
Just last week I was contemplating (yet again) growing my hair out. This afternoon I got it trimmed. I’ll be rocking the pixie for a while.
Q. What lights your fire? Q. How do you want to fee?
Judge less. Repeat until it really sinks in.
Last night Beau was mesmerized by a vlog by a couple with a baby. They blogged about taking naps, feeding the baby in the car, debating on whether to buy the iPhone 6 or the iPhone 6 Plus, and running errands to Ulta. For the life of me I can’t figure out what had him glued to it.
How opposites attract…. Me: Upstairs listening to The Desire Map. Shane: Downstairs watching Sons of Anarchy.
I think work-day Fridays should end at 3 PM. For all professions. Plumbing, I’m talking to you.
Happy Weekend to you!