1. Finding a blue helium balloon tethered to a pole on my way home from town on Friday night. I walked right past it, then thought “What?! Who walks past a perfectly good balloon!” So I went back and grabbed it.
2. Spending quality time with friends and family. Tis the season, and all that. It’s especially nice when that quality time includes quality cocktails, pecan pie, or awesome cooked breakfasts.
3. Fresh strawberries. Fresh berries in general. I love summer fruit – but mostly? I love strawberries.
Not so beautiful? I’ve been having a rough time lately. I find myself getting lost in the week again. Last week I convinced myself that it was ok to sleep all day, because I’d given myself permission, and I was really tired. Then Becks got off work early and I dragged myself out of my room feeling guilty.
If it was OK, I wouldn’t be feeling ashamed – like she’d caught me stealing from a church in the nude.
On top of that University work slipped too. I have an essay to write that I haven’t even started. The thought of doing it makes me so anxious that I’m actually shaking at the thought. The rock is back on my chest, and dread is a heavy cloak that snags against everything I pass. It’s no wonder I’m so fucking exhausted.
This weeks report card has a ‘Shannon must do better’ on it.