I love this blog, and I like to think it accurately depicts my emotions as they vary, but looking back at my last few posts, I realized I’m quite the whiney, woe-is-me girl at times.
If I can be honest, I am not in fact the wallowing creature I sometimes portray. Although I do feel horrible every winter, and although things are changing and I’m not very good at dealing with them, in reality I am quite optimistic. I like to call myself the cynical optimist- there’s a thin but hard shell of negativity but inside I’m all rainbows, butterflies, and everlasting hope. Or maybe more like passport stamps, smiles, and adventures.
So, if you’ve been reading this and wonder if I’m really the world’s biggest grump, ’tis not true! I’m just in a funk, and as a human being I’m totally allowed to do that.
I’m writing cover letters and today I spent some time at the library. I went grocery shopping, found Pink Lady apples and am drinking red wine in bed watching “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” while sometimes pausing to put on a Lykke Li or Diamond Rugs song to motivate me through the next sentence of this damned cover letter.
Tangent: I’m really bad at talking about myself, and so this cover letter is ridiculously strenuous. NEIN NEIN NEIN! Oh, and here’s a picture of a guinea pig with nicer hair than mine. For reasons.