So, I was training for a half-marathon and then hurt my ankle. I tried running again last weekend and hurt it again, like an idiot, so I haven’t been doing any exercise. Now I’m spiraling a little bit, emotionally. I’m gaining a little weight which makes PANTS feel even more PANTSlike and I hate it and I also feel sort of kind of anxious about my book(s) and what to do and the state of the world and women’s rights and the mess in my house and EVERYTHING IS DOOMED.
What I’m trying to say is that I didn’t put this on until 1pm, and it feels a wee bit tight, and it’s coloring my outlook on the world. I need to breathe and remember things like that my house will be clean one day, that there are wonderful, wondrous people all over the world and in the computer, and, in fact, nothing is doomed. After all, it took me until 1pm to get dressed, but HEY! I’m dressed. And tomorrow, I’ll try to do it a little earlier.
Sweater: Anthropologie; Shirt: J. Crew; Jeans: Gap; Shoes: Toms