My life is being curled up on the couch in my pajamas, still awake from the previous day at 7AM, eating cheetos and writing writing writing. I need to get organized and chic.
The things I'm excited for now seem to be flying at me, very fast and very unstoppable. I feel like the universe launched me into my dreams, leaving me with no preparation or tools once I'm there. But I guess that's the way it works. Because if I really wanted all this, the job and travel and opportunities, I'd do the best I can once I got there with all I really have: myself.
