One late night, I commented to you how I felt out of place growing up; I was not a normal kid. I wore big ugly glasses with long frizzy hair (later short and puffy hair) and listened to The Penguins and Paul Anka. Then, I told you about my eight grade crush, and how I didn’t understand why he asked me to be his girlfriend.
That was our first late night conversation in a long time. For the past two weeks, I have had control of my life. I’ve spent every waking hour from four thirty in the morning until eleven at night being productive. My life has fit into this nice, little wrapped package. Simple and nice. Lately, we have been falling asleep to roofing videos and Benjamin Franklin, but all I’ve wanted these past two weeks was a movie date with you, instead, I got a photoshoot, and a John Cusack 80s movie.
Here is to life hogging, 5 am workouts, schedules, and dinners at home.
I love you,
Ps. Thank you for making me feel like a beauty queen with super abs.