Sunday, June 27, 2010



I've bought some new summer dresses and worn them a lot.
I've felt really disconnected from my own life.
I've been wearing my hair curly a lot.
I've asked myself a lot of questions and done a lot of introspection.
I've been reading a lot of books. The Geography of Bliss, by Eric Weiner, is my current one.
I've worked out quite a bit and have been getting back into yoga.
I've been spending a lot of time alone.
I've craved a trip to a museum.
I've been evaluating what I think people expect from me versus what I expect from myself.
I've obsessed over the idea of a trip to France. A lot.
I've reunited with old friends and made a lot of new ones.
I've been loving the website fuckyeahhpmeangirls.

I haven't been feeling sure of what I want out of my life.
I haven't gotten to see a lot of my closest friends in a while.
I haven't seen a movie in a long time.
I haven't stopped thinking about all the things I want to do with my life.
I haven't managed to sit still for more than ten minutes.
I haven't been able to stop eating fresh fruit and yogurt (but not together).
I haven't found a way to express exactly what I'm feeling.
I haven't written much. I hate that.

My parents have been super supportive of me.
My body has been a feeding ground for mosquitoes.
My friends have been really great.
My mind is really tired from the crazy amount of logic I've had to do.
My old partner in crime, the travel bug, has awoken from his long slumber and is demanding I pay attention to him.
My journal has been getting more use the past week than all the years I've owned it combined.
My life feels like it's going somewhere. I don't know where by I'm excited to be a part of it.

{partly inspired by this post by my teacups in peony.}

1 comment:

Commenting? How lovely. Please try not to talk about dead cats.