The first step in overcoming something is admitting there is a problem right? Well here I am laying my cards on the table! I can talk myself into (and out of) anything. I can rationalize whatever it is my heart desires. I can talk myself into buying something and I can talk myself out of going to the gym. I can rationalize another glass of wine or dessert or even that risky text message (am I right?). And I can confidently reason that laundry should wait because I deserve to watch an episode of Chicago PD.

A Rainy Day Note

I had every intention of sitting down and sharing a really funny post all my lady friends would relate to. But you'll have to wait for that gem a little longer. I wasn't feeling the funny today. And that's ok. I mean it's raining, it's Sunday, it's nearing the end of the year. A time when you kinda reflect on what's gone down, what hasn't gone down, and at least for me really start to think about 2018. I should also be getting my period any minute so like that, too.

Fresh Kicks for Fall

They say write what ya know. Well if you follow me elsewhere on social media you may already know I've got a thing for shoes. Occassionally (weekly) I contemplate why I didn't go into some line of work that would have led me to a career in footwear. Jeffrey Campbell started in sales in the shoe department at Nordstrom and now is name to one of the most iconic booties of the 2000's. Coulda been me.

A Fish in a Sea of F*ckboys

Raise your hand if you're single. Now raise your hand if you've ever been frustrated by boys, men, man children.  Keep your hand up if you've been personally victimized by Regina George and disappointingTinder/Bumble/Hinge matches. Welcome. Welcome to our sisterhood.

Zen Annie.

I'm not much of a yoga person. I've probably been like 5 times in my life. Each time hot yoga. I guess I'm an extremist. For whatever reason I enjoy that more. I can't exactly quiet my mind like you're supposed to and my tree pose looks like it's in a wind storm. But there was a time that I did take a class and it went well.

This is 28.

My hope was to be writing this from that wine bar, with a glass of rosé, that you all probably think I live at by this point. But I'm not. I'm in my pajamas watching Bravo. Which really are the only two places you'll find me. That and shopping for shoes.