Earlier this week, one of my friends texted me a screenshot of something she'd seen online that a couple months ago, probably would have made my stomach drop. However, did I feel the need to punch someone? Or cry? Or tell someone how mad I was? Nope. None of the above happened. I laughed. And then I felt mildly sick to my stomach because it was gross. And then I felt bad for them, that they'd turned into that person. And then I promptly forgot about it, not to bother me, not to reel in my mind until I told someone about it and could rant in long texts about it.
And it was the most victorious feeling to feel in months.
Aside from that, I'm just enjoying being home and frantically trying to deicde what I'm going to do to make these 6 weeks productive. Two winters ago, I learned to crochet on Youtube (which I talked about here but let's not go into what I used to wear back then okay?) and last winter break I ran every single day. Maybe I'll finally teach myself to sew? Maybe get a lot of writing accomplished? Learn to cook? Set the record for most tv series watched in a one month span? I need a new hobby, everyone! Throw them my way!
I'm glad it's not quite the end of the year yet because I'm not ready for that post that I know I'll write because, well, I always do write sappy end of the year posts. Just going through the archives a minute ago I read things from a year ago that break my heart now. At the very least, I will be able to say that I am so proud of myself right now.
Thank you to my baby sister for taking outfit photos for me today. I pulled out my chambray top today before I send it over to Sydney so she will fall in love with chambray and realize she, too, needs to spend $14.80 on one. I mean, it even allowed me to wear my summer skirt I convinced myself I just had to bring back home for break because I'd find a way to wear it. There is reason to my madness!