Re: Loving It

It’s 1 a.m. I’m too wound up to sleep. I’m turning to Tumblr to calm me down. After I post this I’ll spend awhile browsing your stories from this Friday night (Saturday morning), your photos of cute clothes and coffee cups and places that make me want to travel, and your quotes.

I’m only reading easy blogs tonight. Nothing political. Nothing impassioned. My strategy is to skip my dashboard and just scroll down the list of people I follow, clicking on the ones I can count on for positivity and pretty pictures.

Today’s been weirdly full of too much worry about my country, too much anger at the way women are treated and talked about here (and everywhere), too many jerks on the road from Evanston to Indiana, too much grad school-ness.

It’s been a great day in many ways, too. I heard a good academic talk. It was 50 degrees and sunny. I spent all night catching up with a high school friend and her fabulous one-year-old daughter. I ate Skittles for the first time in years. I saw my cousin play a high school basketball game. I had grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner. I saw all three of my grandparents. I shared a beer with my dad. 

But I still have a clenched chest and a racing mind and I need a little bit of happiness before I go to bed.