Letting go of perfect

I wake up every morning and go to my closet somehow expecting to have a wardrobe full of perfect fitting clothes. Realizing it’s not, I grab any of my favorite and consistently worn outfits and get on with my day. As I walk around work, see pictures on Facebook or when I’m out in the city, I’m struck with how little I really care about fashion. I’m not sure this is a good thing or not.

More and more I am seeing fashion blogs—which are incredible. I am absolutely blown away by people’s ability to put together an outfit and it just works. I’m just not that person. I probably should be more aware and conscious of my outer appearance and when I do realize I should, it feels like I’ve been reading and walking and just ran into a parked car. Oops. Maybe I should look around more. Sometimes I feel like I live solely in my head.

This weekend I was supposed to adopt my dog, but he has a severe food allergy that I can’t afford or have time to constantly monitor. I want a dog so bad it hurts my stomach when I wake up and he’s not following me around and smiling up at me.

One day, I suppose. Patience, patience. It always comes back to the waiting game.

On a bright note, we had a great show at the Apollo on Saturday. Knocked the audience out with our improv minds! We went to Irish Eyes afterward and partied the night away. Live music + great friends= a fantastic night; despite kind of losing my voice from singing and talking. Definitely need more of these nights with these people.