Talking to Candace made me remember that life can be carefree (or carefreeER) if I let it, and simplicity is not an impossibility. Just being around her, even if not materially--just talking to her--just reading her words--it always makes me motivated to be the best I can be. I feel SO much better. My mood has perked up immensely in the past 2 hours. Even roommate snips are nothing now (and they have been a lot more than nothing lately).
Ah. My own room. I can't stop dreaming about it. I can decorate it how I want, I can watch the TV I want, I can play the music I want, I can turn the lights off when I want. And there will still be someone there when I wake up--just across the hall. I'm stoked to use the bathroom in the kitchen--I'm stoked to go back and forth between the toaster and brushing my teeth at the bathroom mirror. For some reason that is just exciting to me. I'm excited to take a nap in the living room if I want and make mac n cheese and brownies every night. I'm excited to have people over. AH! What a life it will be.
With lifted lull,