Sometimes…
I think things like:
You should really do your laundry.
And write a post about your birthday trip.
And do Insta-Wednesday already, because you took a ton of pictures and it’s already Thursday.
And maybe clean your room a little bit, or at least pick up that coffee mug that’s been sitting in the same spot for let’s-not-think-about-how-long.
And I don’t want to do any of those things just yet, and that’s okay, but it hasn’t stopped me from feeling guilty about not doing them quite yet.
Tonight, instead, I think.
I’ll take a shower. And paint my toenails. And watch Easy A. And have some blackberries.
And not feel guilty about it at all.
