New Week

I’ve kind of gone into this weekend with a mix of a “F it” attitude and more optimism. I get to go home this weekend and the weather from the weekend carried over into the past two days which has been ~lovely~. Tomorrow, however, I’m not looking forward to it. It’s a high of 55 and I have to sit down with my boss which means AnXIeTY!!! But I slid my number into this guy’s shoe at work (I work at an ice rink and I take their shoes and give them skates) and he actually texted me, but since I’m bad at talking he hasn’t answered since 4pm… it’s now 9pm AND I have to see him tomorrow. He seems like a nice guy, though, so I’m sure it will just be funny and maybe make it seem more normal??? How normal can this situation really be, honestly..

But tomorrow is the hump! HUUUMP DAAAAAY. I get through tomorrow, I have one class Thursday, a 2.5 hour bus ride home and then I can just ~chill~. I don’t know why I think ~~~ those give a different vibe to the word and I’m sorry if it annoys you or let me know if you get it too?? But what I’m trying to get to is that, just because you have a bad week (or weeks…) it doesn’t mean it’s a bad life. Which the past week(s) I’ve FELT that. Its that overwhelming feeling that things won’t get better and I’ll just continue digging a bigger and bigger hole for myself. But here I am two days into a new week and I’m BREATHING!!! How incredible is that? If the rest of the week goes to shit, at least Monday and Tuesday I breathed and smiled at least a little bit. I saw friends and got work done and soon enough I’ll eat a HOME COOKED MEAL.