I took the longest break from blogging this past week since I started over a year ago. I didn’t intend to take a break. But it’s been a hard week as I’m sure a lot of you can relate to. It didn’t seem right to write about fashion when all I could think about was fear and dread (if you are concerned like me feel free to shoot me an email!). I didn’t wear any makeup. I put the least amount of effort into my outfits this week as I possibly could. It’s been way too hard for me to go back to business as usual on here.
I’ve been doing other things besides blogging because whenever I sat down to write I felt frozen. I tried to write but I couldn’t. So, I went ice skating. I ran a lot. I talked to friends. I started studying for the GRE. I attended a vigil on solidarity. I went to a fiddle concert. This past week, I didn’t take a single photograph. I didn’t think about numbers. I thought about my blog but it felt like a fleeting moment. It was weird. I don’t know what this means in terms of my blog. I guess I just needed some space from the internet.
This week I’ve been living.
Last weekend, I had one of the best weekends in a very long time. I went to coffee with my new friends Lauren and Brynna. It was great. The next day I joined a new running club that was so welcoming and nice. I drank a lot of beer and it was the most fun I’ve had in a really long time. It felt really, really good. I started to feel like maybe I could stay where I am for longer. But then Tuesday night happened and I felt lost.
This weekend I’ve been putting all of my energy into figuring out what grad schools to apply for and what I need to do to make that happen. But I’m back to my *almost* regular schedule (except this post on a Sunday…). So, I’ll be back on Wednesday with a new post.
This was a bit of a random post but I thought I owed you an explanation of where I’ve been. Thank you for sticking with me. I love all of you.