born to be your dead sea

You know when you have a string of bad days you can't shake, but days that aren't bad for any sort of reason, they just lack a certain amount of zest and excitement that other days have? And the fact that you are grumpy for no reason at all just makes it that much worse because you start to feel bad that you don't have a reason to feel bad. Nonetheless, I woke up this morning to yet another gloomy rainy day and decided to shrug off another day of running because GOSH, look at that weather, I would be crazy to go outside in that! And that's when the lightbulb went off that here I was, giving myself another pitiful excuse to sit at home doing nothing all day and have an inevitable lackluster day. I seem to always do this sort of thing where I let myself not do something because there is a justifiable excuse not do it and then sort of secretly dare myself in my head that I can do it. Sunny outside? Eh, I twisted my ankle so I shouldn't run. Snow, rain, and win mix? YES, OF COURSE! Challenge accepted! You bet I can do it! Clearly, training for my half marathon is going to be the ultimate test of my mind I've ever had. The physical challenge I just know isn't going to be nearly as difficult as battling myself.

The coolest thing that has ever happened to me happened while I was wearing this outfit. It was only coincidence (I swear!) that I was in a coffee shop when it happened (I was only there to have the best latte in the entire state of Idaho!). While standing in line to order this latte that beats all other lattes, I saw the most stylish person I have ever seen in the entire Pacific North West walk in. I mean, this girl just oozed cool. So, of course, I wrote her off immediately as being anywhere near approachable and shrunk into my coat and scarf ignoring the fact that she got in line behind me. After ordering, I stood to the side waiting for the latte of all lattes to be delivered into my hands and felt a tap on my shoulder. The daintiest least-intruding-of-your-personal-bubble kind of taps. And, it was Stylish Girl! Talking to me! Telling me she loved my shoes and how she thought my "entire look" was so "cool" (I have serious issues with this word and I so badly wanted to accept her praise and hold my head high to it) to which I replied, "Oh, gosh! I'm not! It's just the shoes! I swear! You are cool! I have been admiring your outfit since you walked in!" And then I discovered great things about her (she's a fashion major! from New York! and squeezes lemon juice onto her hair to make it so shiny!) and I continued to want to hide in a corner because she was flowering me with too many compliments (looking back I should have just said, let's share a pastry! you'll see my elegance shine when i devour this dinner plate sized cinnamon roll in 0.3 seconds and you can watch all the crumbs collect in my scarf!). I almost considered asking for her phone number or last name so I could look her up on Facebook, but I decided that wouldn't be very "cool" of me (like I actually care about such a thing! I have to shake out my scarves after every single meal! I should have!).

Anyways, I'm glad I can come back here to my corner of the universe where I'm Maggie and you all know the truth. 

dress: forever 21 // tights: target // shoes: jeffrey campbell