February has left me so tired. The past 10 days or so have been a struggle: I slipped on ice and twisted my ankle last week (fuck you, winter), and besides that, a whole lot of shit has been stirred up (I blame Mercury in retrograde, and also the people doing the stirring), forcing me to again face my lifelong challenge of trying to not get caught up in other people’s problems and let them overtake my own life. I’m better now (moving forward, because I have to), but since my last post all I’ve wanted to do is wear leggings and oversized T-shirts, hide under the covers, and never come out.
Instead I’ve been hobbling to work, still bundled up like this:
I’m so bored of this. I’m fine with being in tights for the next too months, I’d just like to not be so cold my face hurts when I go outside.
Also because my life motto (at least when it comes to dressing) is “just because I feel like crap doesn’t mean I have to look like crap” (a variation on “fake it til you make it”/”put your best face forward”), I have not succumbed to leggings and oversized T-shirts, I have been getting dressed and putting on sparkly jewellery to make me feel better.
I’ve had this necklace since Christmas (picked up in Boston on sale) and I’ve worn it a lot, but here’s the first post of me wearing it. I’ve also had these new glasses for a month and haven’t commented on them either (if I had it would have been “OMG why did I choose these glasses they’re so big and hipster I’m turning into Zooey Deschanel again”). I’m more than a little behind.