And so ends another great week in 2016; another getaway, another nap curled up on the couch, another lunch comprised of leftovers from brunch and another week where I wore a sweater to work backwards by accident. I love 2016 already. Everything about its sleep-in-late-and-watch-The-Hangover-3-while-your-boyfriend-makes-breakfast kind of mood has been good for my soul. It’s been a long time coming but I think that 2016 is going to be quite the year.
Keep reading for some of the new things I’ve experienced so far.
As I’m sitting here agonizing over what to say in my return to blogging, I realize that it is only getting harder to hone in one one specific topic or excuse for my inconsistency. The truth is, for the past few weeks, I have been happily living my life, missing summer (like ACTUAL summer), consuming my body weight in holiday treats and reminiscing on the adventures of the past year. I have made more trips to the new Primark location at Downtown Crossing than I am willing to admit, snuggled with everyone’s favorite four-legged sidekick Lucy and logged some serious hours at the ballet studio. I have loved every minute of it but now it’s time to reflect on how each of these memories has culminated into the person I’ve become over the past year.
It’s a long day living in Reseda…is something I would say if I was Tom Petty or John Mayer. Instead, I’m just me, living in and out of the city, loving my mama and America too. But I’ve also experienced a bit of guilt lately from thinking about things left behind, the broken hearts that followed and a dream that got me thinking about thinking less and doing more.
Keep reading for my latest epiphany and why it’s good to be scared sometimes.