You ever have that moment where you sort of have no choice but to see everything as it actually is, without all the dippy, sweet-eyed filters, and you realize oh... The whole last week has been like that. I might have been a blind fool, but I'm waking up. New moon, new cycle, and I'm looking ahead to bigger and better things.
Whew! And I'm fucking starving.
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I have a lot that I'm looking forward to. Big house-warming party for my bud tomorrow, then not long until my big camping trip. It'll be nice to have some downtime with my people. There are some good new work/job things on the horizon--I think I might finally feel ready to move on my current thing, like I've got what I can from it. Talking to a recruiter. On a more personal/art side, I've got some writing going out.
This is also a little bit of a small victory, but my clean kitchen has looked sort of amazing every morning when I've gotten up this week.
There's a lot of spring cleaning still to do, but I'm a girl with a plan, and there's nothing so dangerous as that.
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Oh man, do you know what feels great? Running a pretty slow/casual 3-4 times a week all winter and not really paying attention to your legs at all because you weren't really doing anything except mental health running. Then, going bare-legged for the first time in the warm weather and maybe you've got a lot of work before you're ready to be wearing any crop tops, but realizing that at least your leg lines can and will cut fucking glass, bitches.
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