I got to do absolutely nothing but go on Pinterest and watch The Mindy Project for an hour today and it was the most time I’ve had to myself while not waiting for my hair to dry (besides the other time I take advantage of to sleep) in like, years. Okay, weeks. But it feels like years. I mean, I still have to pack again (not that I even unpacked from June’s roadtrip) and I have costumes to construct for a photographer (which is a life update from May I never mentioned so surprise) and costumes from LSoH to fix (which is expected, after doing four shows this weekend) and things to buy (because who knows who I will run into next week) and lists to make (because because) but an hour of endlessly scrolling and loving Mindy even more than I already do (which like, how is that even possible but whatever) was the breath of fresh air (literally, I dog sat for a week and they love to roll around in mud/poop - some days I couldn’t tell but I digress) that I so very desperately needed. It’s okay to ask for help and be selfish every once in awhile.
Hashtag how to adult: chapter wait-what-day-is-it?
I wish I could live inside the promise of a “stay.”
The past couple days have honestly been really tough for me to get through and this morning I had a lot on my mind when all of a sudden I hear “One Thing Remains" on a radio in a room that had been silent for at least 20 minutes. This song means so much to me, and to always hear it when I feel I’m at my worst shows that my thoughts and prayers aren’t one-way conversations. And that’s a feeling I don’t mind feeling.