Welp, we're in that that awkward mid-week place again when we all can’t
decide if we should start getting excited that the weekend is coming, or feel defeated that we are only halfway through.
I don’t have an answer to that, but I do have some Hump Day
Confessions that may help distract from your confusion.
Vodka & Soda |
When first moving into my lovely Baltimore house with my two other
roommates, our landlords hooked us up by arranging a cleaning service to come
every other month.
Confession: I LOVE WHEN THEY COME. Nothing makes me happier then walking into
a sparkly – smelling house, and a perfectly made bed. It makes me feel like I'm living in a hotel... until I wake up the next morning and I've torn my bed to shreds once more.
Confession: I don’t have an opinion on crunchy versus creamy nut butter. None.
I like both evenly. Is that some kind of sin?
Confession: I rarely ever ‘do’ my hair anymore. It’s long and curly and I
don’t even own a straightener right now. Most days = throwing together some
kind of sloppy braid and hoping for the best.
beautiful, just gorgeous. |
Confession: I hate bras. I guess this isn’t really a confession... what girl LOVES bras? I think they are annoying and the highlight of
most days is when I can put on my sports bra instead.
Confession: I love group texts. Maybe too much. I’m kind of a group text slut, and any chance
I get to start one, I do. Any friends reading are welllll aware of this one
already.
Confession: More recently, I’ve become a fan of splitting my daily workout in
halves. For example, yesterday I woke up and rode my bike for 40 minutes before work, then
after work I went to hot yoga. It seems
I just find more joy in the occasional split up.. it’s kind of like, ‘Nice, I
cleared out two chunks of time today to do something I enjoy instead of one.’
Last but not least, my current favorite phrase is ‘I am the
champion.’ It can be used pretty much anytime and anywhere you want – ‘I had
Chipotle for lunch today because I am the champion’, ‘That guy has badass shoes
on, he is the champion’, ‘Didn’t wear makeup
today, I am the champion.’
It sounds dumb but it’s catchy and I can’t stop (like the song). Because I
am the champion.
How’s that for some confessions? Give me some of your own,
will ya? And remember -
Jetting to Dallas tomorrow morning, it may be a few days until you hear from me again...
If I haven't posted by Sunday night, someone phone the authorities.
(KIDDING)
If I haven't posted by Sunday night, someone phone the authorities.
(KIDDING)
Cheers –
Kait