WIWW & Thoughts

I’ve been in a fairly constant state of pms (without out the p or m..). The kind where one minute you’re going to move to California and make your dreams come true because you’re an optimistic, successful woman and the next you’re on the verge of tears because you heard a sad country song on the radio and you’re a 12-year-old girl who’s sensitive and weak.

My friend Mike (above) is in the Marines and deployed yesterday. He’ll be gone for seven months and eventually I guess I’ll be able to write him letters, but for now I’ve got one less awesome person to talk to every day.

I know he’ll be back and it’s going to be fine. I’m just going to miss him and I want him to be safe and happy and all that stuff you want for your friends.

There are pieces missing.

That’s not to say I haven’t been enjoying myself. I’m making new relationships, new connections, new pieces. It’s new. It’s different. It’s exciting. It’s scary.

Needless to say this instability has me frazzled, and therefore forgetting things like taking photos of the cute outfits I put together (although I’ve mostly been wearing my work clothes every day) or not training for my marathon that’s vastly approaching in two months (insert freak out here).

The good news is I have these people to borrow clothes, drink cheap wine and cry from laughter with.

Dress And Belt: Borrowed from Hannah


I know I’ll feel normal again eventually, but for now I’ll just try to embrace my manic episodes and ignore the bouts of crazed, emotional blah-ness. And I’ll take more pictures..

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