The fact that this outfit made sense when I wore it last week because it was 60 degrees, in May, in Atlanta, is still baffling to me.
You ever have one of those weeks where it seems as if everything is going wrong? I mean, EVERYTHING. Yeah, that was this week for me. I won’t get into details but by last night, I broke down a little, shed some necessary tears and pigged out on fast food with Hubs to come back to my senses.
I will say this though. I’m laughing at it all now. Call it taking the high road. Or being blindly optimistic. Because at the end of the day, I may not know it all but I know this: happiness heals.