october eighth.

I like when things feel new. I like fresh starts and uncomplicated dynamics between other people and I. I dislike feeling hurried and overwhelmed, or being put into situations that make me emotionally drained. Lately I feel my life has definitely been the latter description. So sometimes, I try really hard to change my outlook. I turn off my phone and come home to take out the garbage that's been accumulating for a week. I pick up all my tissues that were pathetic basket attempts, and fill my laundry hamper with clothes and promises to do it soon. Sometimes I shower and exfoliate and cry, because let's be honest, a steamy, watery environment hardly counts as crying. I floss and brush my hair and clean the brush afterwards, because I am odd and things like scraping my brush clean helps fulfill some idea that being stripped bare is a new beginning. I even paint my toenails, sometimes, to match the seasons. Gone is the flirty, sassy, tangerine color that graced my toes all summer, and in its place a deep burgundy, to symbolize already fallen, brooding leaves, and chilly weather. Two lacquer coats, check. Piping hot french vanilla hot cocoa from my favorite mug: check. The tiny hint of a feeling that things are going to be okay: check. 

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.