does it matter on days like these?

I need this constant reminder to myself that I can’t be everything to everyone. This is something I literally have to write down as a “note to self” way more often than you would think.

I’ve been feeling guilty for some time now about not having been to Louisville since December. I used to make it down there at least once every couple of months, but with all that’s been going on, it just hasn’t happened. I’m reminded of my negligence as a big sister every time Addison calls and asks, “When are you coming back?” (or maybe reminded to a greater extent about a week ago when, for what I think was the first time since she moved there, she actually didn’t bother to ask. I don’t know what’s worse. I don’t want to think about it.)

But the last thing I need is for her to think that I don’t want to be there. Or that I wouldn’t be if I could. But instead of making a dramatic scene about the whole thing, I’ll be passive aggressive, too…

My day went something like this:

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Inspiration! Right out my bedroom window!

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My boss gave me this at work today. I love it. I used it to carry my groceries home after I thought it would be a good idea to walk to the store instead of drive.

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Blank journal page/clean slate. It still looks like this, but with a couple more bottles and a darker backdrop.

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This was my trek to the grocery store. The entire road was under construction.

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I decided I want this house (not pictured: “for sale” sign). Only I want to move it to Maine.

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Almost home.

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Now if I could only find my stamps…

In other news, I am thrilled and hopeful about one thing in my life right now–which is pretty big– at least in the sense that it more than makes up for the unreasonable dread and doubt that I have for so many other things.

All in all, more days should be like today.

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