#024; when all else fails
My attempt last week at being ‘positive’, rather obviously, didn’t last long. It’s been one FML-worthy moment after another this past week, but I shall struggle on and here I am again with things that cheer me up in otherwise… up and down times here in Limbo. (I went there – I’m so ambiguous these days I’m resorting to bad puns and word play).
2} Poolside cocktails with friends! What is a DC Summer without little bikinis, ice cold margaritas, and your besties?
I have loved every single bbq, sunburn, and new bathing suit purchase thus far in 2009 and Summer isn’t even half over yet. (and no, the picture isn’t me and my friends). Possibly the best feeling in the world is walking into Target and seeing the big sale rack of bathing suits, feeling completely disheartened (because what is there to choose from this time of year?), only to find the perfect two-piece in just the right size and for just the right buck. Truly faith affirming.
3} Sleep; a very tumultuous relationship in my life in my mid-twenties. Yes, the third thing that makes me happy (and yet also somehow drives me mad, but isn’t that how all true love is?) is very simple, very deep sleep. I don’t get sleep often enough, and when I do, there never seems to be enough of it (though I am a believer in ‘too much of a good thing’ being bad, I have yet to hit that point with slumber). My love affair with sleep has come in handy over the years – 24 hours in an ice storm, in a car, crammed in the back with two fellow-College Republicans passed in the blink of an eye thanks to my ability to just crash out. Even then? Woke up tired (then again, that might just be 18-years-old for you?). Tonight I plan on getting re-acquainted with this old friend and I can’t wait. Isn’t it thrilling?