You know that expression, right? Allow me to not go literary on everybody (this is a blog) but to synopsize it as such: even if you have the most foolproof of plans, they still end up flawed.
Story of my life.
It's such an accurate portrayal of my life that I DON'T KNOW WHY I STILL MAKE PLANS.
But I do. I did. My plan was to have my room clean before graduation (which I haven't told you about), tell you about my graduation (I just said that), and talk about my new job before I started it (I started today).
From what you can infer from that mess of a
|Please don't nominate me for Hoarders.|
But I don't think that would adequately do the stories and sentiments justice. And if you know me at all you know I like to tell stories.
So this post will serve as a lesson to myself, and maybe to you as well, that
This blog, ultimately, is about transitions, about change. If I glaze over it, where's the point?
Anyway, the graduation story and the first-day-of-work stories will be told in all of their frazzled, disjointed glory. Later. Because I can. Sweet liberation.
That and because it's 10:30 and I'm already eyes-bleeding tired. Thanks Monday.
I'll regret putting this photo on the internet someday I'm sure. Yeesh.