I opened my duffle bag and found a surprise. Excuse me while I cry over my brown-sugar cinnamon poptarts.
When I see you do these things I want you to stop because I feel like we have so much more to do and packing up to leave kind of puts a damper on everything 😓
I don’t know what to say. I feel like a mini vacation is ending and it was just the thing I needed to feel better. There were many difficult things to deal with, but hey, you have to enjoy the ride even if there are some bumps in the road.
I’m just not going to be sad anymore. It works that way, right? It has been for the past couple days. I’m not saying everything is going to be super fantastic and that people aren’t going to be upset with me, but I am saying I am going to be happy. My life isn’t nearly as bad as I make it out to be. I’m really rather blessed.