i think i might like to remember this weekend forever. diego’s and media and newish beginnings. reynolds coming to easter, bringing gifts and cards and flowers and treating everyone to dinner. eating thai food with christina in an empty restaurant on state street. this is the stuff memories are made of.
Feels like the first time I stopped moving since Monday. 8pm bedtime? Why not.
Remember: you can always return to child’s pose.
passed dissy defense. hooray for never having to defend myself in front of a committee again. let my actions speak for themselves.
potential identity theft/fraud avoided. besides, who would want to be me anyway?
srivatsa: I am the only ME!!!
it’s a good day for fly-aways and two layers of deodorant. i am defended. hopefully in more ways than one.
“My soul has learned what it came to learn, and all the other things are just things. We can’t have everything we want. Sometimes, we simply have to believe.” ― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
“everything is falling apart and this was supposed to be the one thing that wasn’t.”
trying to be mindful. and practice self-compassion. and be ok feeling vulnerable.
If guilt was gelt, I would have a lot of chocolate right now.
And yet here I am with my conscience when there seems to be no decency in the world.
Anything you say can and will be used against you.