You know when you just see a cat all squished and curled like a puddle of snuggle and you just want to be as content as her tiny little paw, all tucked under her? Cats make my jealous.
I briefly facetimed one of my closest friends today and she made my whole night.
My calendar on my wall has SO much written on it.
Why is it that as soon as I have organized my work life, and figured out how to manage my time, I suddenly have enough time to think too much. Like, GREATTTTTT now that I have organized my life, I now can relax and question is I’ve ever been truly happy. Now I have time to listen to sad music and journal for endless hours about my spiraling mental health. Love that.
Last random thought: in class today some kid was complaining about being assigned to keeping a journal about our thoughts(on our volunteer project) and I was laughing inside thinking about how I own 18 notebooks, 9 of which I actively use for personal, bullet, poems, inventions, quotes, church, and writing two books, plus I keep a blog. Not to mention I periodically write letters to people in my hometown. Like BOY GET ON MY LEVEL!
