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(And I'm a serious joy to be around in the meantime.)
I was raised to believe that if I worked hard, I could be anything. I could do anything. If I was willing to put in the work, everything would be okay. I never seriously considered the possibility that no one would let me work. I never considered the possibility that I would have a $300,000 piece of paper that would be completely, totally, absolutely useless.
I guess I could have, oh I don't know, read something about the economy.
(What is this, a center for ants?! How can we be expected to teach children to learn how to read... if they can't even fit inside the building?)
How does this affect running a style blog? Well, sometimes I don't get dressed. But mostly I do, so that's not it. Boyfriend just bought a sweet giant leaning mirror, so iPhone pics would be easy. And mom sends me Kohl's cash, so sometimes I can even shop.
The problem is that I'm just not strong enough to hang out here right now.
I can't check in with you guys in your cute clothes with your funny stories and your general awesomeness. And it's not you, it's me. Because I know that blogs are only a piece, and usually just the very best piece, of our lives. That's why they're fun.
But I don't have it in me to see everyone else's very best when a lot of me feels like the very worst.
I hope that goes away soon. I hope I can start building the life I thought I would have at 25 sometime in the year I turn 26. I hope I can come back to this place of frivolous, silly, daily amazingness.
But *cue dramatic background noises* today is not that day.
See you soon? See you later?
I hope you're all having a kickass 2014. <--- zero sarcasm. For serious. I like you guys.
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