Girls Who Wear Dresses

I always wanted to be a girl who wears dresses like they're jeans. Not just to appear effortless, but to actually feel like throwing on a dress with cute boots is actually as casual as slipping on jeans and a T-shirt. I suspect that girls who can do this have unlocked a secret to the universe...a tiny secret, maybe, but a secret nonetheless.

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I'm only stopping by to post a link to this Her Bad Mother blog post because it just makes me feel better to know how hard other people think writing is too...

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I'm always thinking of the backstory of things. It's like a compulsion. Maybe it's because I was a journalist, or maybe that's why I liked journalism so much...

Today I was off work with the kids while they're on spring break and we went to the art museum to see the Matisse exhibit and his work is great, but I just kept thinking about the fact that he was compelled to be a painter. He said once he tried it he couldn't think about anything else.

I'm slightly obsessed at the moment with questioning my life choices. There was a shake up at work and I don't know my new boss and it's all just...unsettling. I can make anything work, but every so often I wonder why I'm killing myself to do things I don't love. Are the money and stress worth it? Viewed purely from a financial security angle, yes, they are worth it. Viewed purely from a life is short angle, no, it's all bullshit and I should run and be free.

A friend of mine is determined to focus only on the things she can control. No need to stress over anything else. It's totally logical and nearly impossible.

Which brings me to my soundtrack at the moment. I've never bought one of his albums, but I'm anxiously awaiting the release of this song on iTunes.

There are hundreds of ways to get through the day. Now you just find one.