I don't know about you (y'all!), but I'm pretty over this Polar Vortex situation. Just kidding, I have the internet- I know everyone is over it. But please, lets continue to bombard each other with iPhone weather app screenshots.
I'm going to blame the month of January for my lack of inspiration- it's just so BLAH. I'm trying to remember all of the Summer weekends that I spent sitting on the patio in the sunshine, reading books on my iPad, and it feels like a completely different lifetime. Probably because it was. I don't have a patio anymore, the cat knocked my iPad off the counter and it's now cracked (thanks asshole), and I feel about six years, not months, older. #WHITEGIRLPROBLEMS. But honestly, this week seems pretty MEH for everyone out there- not just moi. I couldn't even remember what today's date was until I got to my desk and looked at my calendar. And then something jumped out at me.
A year ago this Friday- January 31st- I packed my life and Stedman into a mini van and drove caravanned out of Chicago. Actually it was a Nissan, not a Dodge, but I digress. It's day 361 and it still kind of feels surreal. When I drove out of there, I pictured myself in a much different place than where I am right now. Different office, different home, different outlook, different everything. The people who have become my life didn't even exist to me 361 days ago. The person who was my existence for so long doesn't exist now. Everything is different, and weirder, and shockingly, amazingly, better. Seriously, this has been me for the past two months:
Thankfully, I'm holding steady at #5.
I knew my 26th year was going to be weird. Anyone who knows me IRL knows I hate even numbered years. The hardest years have always been the even years. But I'm also learning to accept the years, and myself, much more than I have in the (all too recent) past. Instead of fighting the fact that 26 is hard, I'm pretty proud of myself for getting through it (so far), and it's all downhill from here to 27, the oasis of the 20s.
So in the spirit of things that are old but new, such as life, let's take a hot minute to talk about Justin Vernon on this meh Monday, shall we? Everyone knows I have excellent taste in music (right LEIGH)?! I used to work in radio, so I'm allowed to say that. I'm sort of kidding, because obviously people have different taste but also, I'm not kidding. Anyway, so Justin Vernon, AKA Bon Iver, part of Volcano Choir, Gayngs, etc. is kind of the Grizzly Adams of my dreams. He's so Idaho, even though he's from Wisconsin, but they're pretty similar (Republicans, hunting, woods, deer, etc). The only person who loves him more than me is probably Kanye, so I think I'm in good company (I TOLD YOU I have great taste). Also, I discovered from the internets that his ex GF has the same birthday as me, plus a few years, so I think that means we can probably get married. Anyway, so I was pretty displeased when he decided to put Bon Iver on hold a year or two ago, but very pleased when he brought back Volcano Choir last fall. So anyway. The moral of this story is, even years make you stronger, and Justin Vernon will always improve your day, unless you're feeling overly emotional in which case you will probably just cry in a dark corner for a few hours while listening to The Wolves on repeat. Not that I've ever done this.
What are your emo/life change anthems? I'm always looking for new items to add to my never ending playlists, so let me have 'em.
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