*Behold. One piece of a final project.
Remember how I promised a real post with harrowing tales of my blizzard survival? That would have been fun, yes?
Well, my friends. My washing machine broke this morning…with all my favorite clothes in it. My toilet clogged. (I swear to you…I did nothing!) My modem is fried. And my phone will not allow me to send Gabriel pictures of every silly little thing I usually do. Driving has become more frightening than ever, leading me to believe it's time to drop several hundred dollars on new tires. It’s finals week, and I’m finishing up a paper + *project, working twenty some hours between Monday and Friday, packing in a little Christmas shopping and attempting to juggle some amount of personal creativity on the side...while knowing that I have hours and hours of studying to do this weekend.
This all culminated in a small crying jag at the coffee shop when my computer continued to refuse to connect to the internet for the four millionth time. Then, a strange man began shooting me awkward glances through the coffee shop window. Hello, sir. Fancy lending me a hand at fixing my toilet? Or perhaps my washing machine?
I’m having one of those days. A day in which I don’t want to be witty. I don’t want to be cute. I don’t want to be creative. If only all my usual energetic friendliness went into some sort of bank of life, allowing me to scowl and become a holy terror for one day. Unfortunately, life does not grant us such indulgences and lest I frighten those around me, I will wear a smile, I will chat excitedly about the coming holiday, I will do my best to remain patient and kind.
But I offer to you, this post, lest I ever be accused of not showing you who and what I really am. Here it is. A real glimpse into my life. Unfussed over photos. Unedited text. This is me. This is my life, which I usually love. But, today I’m just not feelin’ it.