You know life works in strange ways. Everything can be S-U-P-E-R chaotic. A mess really. You can be dying of pain, disorganized, struggling, anxious and feeling alone. And then it just hands you an opportunity you’ve never thought of before.
Hell, you were just trying to struggle through the muck of your current life.
So how do I process three good things? (1) Another small milestone in my recovery from my diagnosis of an auto-immune disease, (2) a random author willing to self publish with me when I started my company to protect my own writing, and (3) a possible illustrator for my own stuff?
My life is a huge mess right now. And Karma is throwing me time consuming good things? Do I take it as a sign? As a new way of life? Positive growing pains?
What to do,
When It Rains It Pours – Luke Combs
I have to admit to a crime I sort of committed: perjury. Awhile ago, I told both my mom and my boss I couldn’t go be a nanny today, because I had to go see the doctor. While, it was true I did not feel well it was more because I just needed a day off to chill with a friend for my soul then an actual need to go see a doctor. I mean, the pain is always from lack of sleep and having an auto-immune disease. Not anything special.
Still, I am proud of myself for putting in just that little effort to make yourself feel better. A snazzy long necklace, decent hair and nicer shoes all to distract from the fact your body is creakier then the tin man. On the the other hand, I am sort of disappointed with myself. I have, seriously, not been productive at all this week. Behind on paying rent, behind on paying my credit card bill and behind on just being productive in life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my school emailed me and was like, ‘oh yeah, —- . It’s nice you want to return to school, buuuuuuuuuut no.”
I am telling you guys. I can’t help, but feel like a mess. With my relationship with my mom getting worse and health care dependent on medical marijuanna….
I just don’t know what I am doing with my life, other then trying to get over my distaste for everything my family brings me.
Can I even pick up the pieces anymore,
Solitude is Bliss – Tame Impala
I don’t think it would take anyone for surprise if I admitted that the last week or so I have been in a slump. However, even though I admit to it I don’t plan on reveling in it. I am determined to get out of it. So today I threw on a new deep red shade of lipstick, donned cute fall clothing and stepped out into the world ready to study and feel a new. It’s the little things, the tiny quirks you find important, that can really turn things around for you.
For me, all I needed was a new shade of lipstick…
Lip Gloss – Lil Mama
Here’s the thing: NOT ALL WHITE GIRLS LIKE STARBUCKS. It’s a myth very similar to “all sorority girls rely on their daddy’s credit card to make friends”, both are simply not true. I can say this as I am both a Sorority girl and a white girl who hates Starbucks. Starbucks has very weak coffee and is overpriced. HOWEVER, I will give them the credit of having amazing baked goods, cute mugs and a great environment to spend hours reading about weird Japanese penis festivals and psychological vocabulary.
A+ environment Starbucks. I will give you this win.
p.s. I really love coffee.
One More Cup of Coffee – The White Stripes
One Cup of Coffee – Bob Marley
One More Cup of Coffee – Bob Dylan
A Cup of Coffee – Johnny Cash
The Coffee Song -Cream