Sunshine and Keeping Time

I like that I can see blue outside of my window again. I'm sitting on the floor of my bedroom, barefoot on my yoga mat (weirdo) after my first attempt at the thing (sport? hobby?) in months. There's one of three large bottles of aloe juice next to me, which isn't the strangest thing to note if you knew me personally.

I finally got my new agenda in the mail. As it turns out, bookstores stop stocking these babies after a certain time in the year. In atypical fashion, I missed that one. In typical fashion, I screwed up writing my quote in one of the front pages.

I'm sure you can see where my writing needed some quick editing. 

I always put some sort of quote I like at the beginning of my agendas. It's really cheesy, and it reminds me of when I used to start every sordid teen journal entry with a song lyric, but still. The last one was about filling your twenties with craziness and trying new things. And that came (sort of) true, so maybe this one will too?

I hope so. It's really just more striking to me that my handwriting hasn't changed in like eons.