I really hate waiting for big news and big decisions. I feel like I've been doing just that for years now. Is that what being a grown up is all about? Waiting for announcements and answers? It screws me up because during the whole waiting period I question my instincts and then I question myself. Mini identity crises. What are my priorities again?
In other news of disinterest to all, I've gotten sloppy about my healthy, nourishing eating habits and am developing a small chocolate mousse habit which is making me feel noticeably crappy. Why do I do this to myself?
Here's today's distraction via fashion obsession, plus a poll! What to do with my hair.... Half or full platinum...? (Either way, it goes baby pink at some point.)