The sweatshirt, not the guy. And it's for me, not Christopher. I sized down, so hopefully it will fit. I'm hoping for a slouchy-slim look, anyway. I could easily spend my entire next paycheck at Everlane.
I worry about a lot of things. It's easy for me to believe that everything happens the way it's supposed to for other people, but when it comes to my own life I'm plagued by all the little what-ifs. Did I make the right choice taking time off after grad school? The free time I thought I'd have without classes has turned into a string of endless, numbered days. Work leaves me too exhausted and drained to make much of my evening hours, especially after cooking dinner, cleaning, and preparing for the next day. It's somehow duller, lonelier, and more leeching than the schoolwork that sent me looking for a break in the first place. Should I have studied music in grad school or even gone to grad school straight out of college at all? As hard as I worked for the degree, it does little for me other than acting as a stepping stone if I ever go back for a doctorate. Maybe another major or an internship or an entry-level job would have been a better post-college choice? It...
I always approach giveaways and sweepstakes with a grain of salt because so many people enter. But I also figure that, statistically, if I just keep plugging away, eventually something will come of these entries. And earlier this week it did: I won The Clothes Horse 's a-thread giveaway! So now I have $75 to spend in their online shop, and I have no idea what to get. Below are some of my favorites: Fierce Floral Shift Dress , Scallop Print Dress , Lace Swing Dress , Big Floral Surplice Dress , Brooklyn Chambray Blazer , Splat Dot Racerback Blouse , Woven Peplum Top in Maroon/Orange , Silk Stripes and Flowers Blouse I can't decide if I should opt for the less expensive items so I can get more than one, or if I should go ahead and blow it all on one piece. At the end of a hard week, this is one tough decision that's nice to make.
I've been listening to a lot of Joni Mitchell lately, adopting my partner's old habit of immersing himself in a different artist week by week. Today it was Blue (1971) and For the Roses (1972), albums with which I have a sentimental connection. A friend sent them to me when I was a few weeks into graduate school. Having just moved to a new state, the only places I was confident I could get to without getting lost were the university and the grocery store, and I hadn't been around quite long enough to make friends. She, having gone through the same steps several states away, mailed me a couple burned CDs to help me get through the long afternoons. I still have them, names penned in Sharpie and scratched from much playing. Listening to these albums now feels appropriate. The new year has crept in quietly, lacking the excitement and momentum of 2016. And, to be honest, I don't have the energy I had last January. I'm glad, a little, for the stillness. [spotify id=...
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