There are days when I don't feel like making dinner... so we order pizza and breadsticks, and hate ourselves later.
There are days I don't want to do anything... so I watch Real Housewives of fill in the city and feel fabulous doing it.
There are days I feel inspired to finally donate that t-shirt I've been holding onto since the ninth grade... but then I remember all the great memories and put it back in it's rightful place. Seriously, I need to go on "Hoarders" or something.
There are days when the mister and I get in an argument... I don't like those days.
There are days I want to make everything on pinterest... but then I remember I'm not creative enough and buy it instead.
There are days I feel lonely... but then I pick up my phone and call a friend.
There are days I walk into Madewell... only to walk out empty handed because everything is ridiculously expensive and then I hate my life.
There are days I want to travel the world... but then I remember what a homebody I am.
There are days that I spend too much time comparing myself to others... and this never ends well.
There are days I am happy... and I embrace it wholeheartedly.
There are days... and then there's today.
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