the best thing that happened to me today

A good friend asked honestly, and with caring, what I want to do when I graduate, and I said, for the first time, “I have no idea.”  I’m worried about repeating what happened after undergrad, I told him, but I don’t even know where to start.  And while it felt like admitting a failure, the earth didn’t crack open and swallow me whole.  And I could talk about it.  Admitting you don’t know is hard, but a very good thing.

I don’t have to go back to my retail gig until Sunday.  Dresses and heels and boots for three days!

Vandals show = awesome.  Randomly meeting a nice guy who wanted to take me to said show = more awesome.  Man, I needed that.

Response to the Graduate School →

Also, the grad students in my department are badass. 

The new frugality - aka life after dishing out $$$ for a truck and 3 bands - is a most excellent excuse to draft skirt and dress patterns.  Also, thrifting.  And also, I legitimately need skirts and dresses to teach in in the fall.  Win!

Actually home early on a weeknight.  And a little antsy, even.  This is news!  Much better than wanting to hide from the world.  Also my roomie is ok with me needing personal space.  That’s been bothering me for so long that I can’t believe it’s actually been resolved.

On Friday, IRB only hurt a little.  Yesterday, planning a lecture felt pretty good, and I got to talk a little about expanding my business.  Today, I made it a full midshift without bemoaning my path in the universe.  I went running two days in a row and ate something besides cookies.  I feel… better.  Not great, but better.