(note to self)

By far one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. Most of the details will have to stay written down elsewhere but these pictures sum it up pretty well too:

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Can I have this house? Please?

On a side note, I remember thinking, about this time four months ago, that I was trapped. So many things were so up in the air: grad. school, my assistantship, my job(s), my relationships. But then I started taking things one step at a time; I thought and thought and thought a LOT and decided what I wanted for myself/my future and it took considering things that I had never really bothered to consider in the past. Where do I want to be in three years? Five? Ten? Of course, there are a million questions that go along with that one, and trust me I thought about them all. I don’t know the answers to all of them, but getting into that mindset at least helped me to figure out that where I was was not where I wanted to be.

“1970 Pontiac Firebird. The car I’ve always wanted and now I have it. I rule.”

So I decided what I actually wanted. And I got it. And let me tell you,”it” is referring to so many things. But it’s a reminder I’m going to keep in back of my mind, because I doubt myself a lot. And I just shouldn’t. Instead, I should look around and be ecstatic about the changes, both big and small, that I made for my own silly little world. I am thankful for it all–this sweltering bedroom, the blisters on my toes, the red ink that won’t wash off of my arm, the conversation I’m replaying in my head.

I’ve got to keep this mindset forever.

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