February was a BLUR. I’m not even talking about the whole “February is a short month” thing; February felt like it last three days, tops. Apparently falling in love speeds up time? What? Who said love? Stop looking at me…
What’s happening this month?
Beyond a wonderfully exciting wedding this weekend, not a whole lot.
I have been so busy every single night of the week this past month, I am exhausted. I’m a repeat offender of over-commit-till-you-break-rinse-and-repeat. It goes a little like this:
I hope to spend March: sleeping, writing, running, snuggling with Mr. A. Doing more things that I need and/or LOVE to do, and less time doing things that make me feel “meh”. I want Ashley to come spend a weekend with me drinking wine and dancing to boy bands.
I can’t wait for the temperatures to warm up and the sun to stay out longer. I can’t wait to wear dresses and sandals. I want to smell like sunscreen and ocean. I am over winter. It doesn’t help that all the stores are busting out that airy, sunshiney, spring time clothes. Like these from Banana Republic:
|I think I need a hat.|