This post will no doubt have blood spurting out of Jimmy's ears.
Why? You ask. Well my decade-long hunt for the perfect planner sends him into a tailspin. It probably has to do with the amount of money I spend on each one, and the fact that I can't remember the last time I began and ended a year with the same planner.
How was your weekend? If you didn't know, but I'm sure you probably did, Saturday was Earth Day! And it was unusually chilly here in Dallas. We had a big storm come through Friday night that brought with it a cold front.
Ohh, chello there. Happy warmer weather days, Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy bunny and chocolate eating. Is it just me, or do Reese's Peanut Butter Cups taste better shaped as an egg? They do, I don't know why I asked. We have entered into my second favorite time of the year.
Last week I watched (binged) a new show on Netflix called 13 Reasons Why based off the book (with the same title) by Jay Asher. It tells the story of Hannah, a seventeen-year-old girl, who we learn in the first episode has committed suicide. She’s left thirteen tapes for thirteen different people explaining why and how she came to the decision to end her life. This is Hannah’s story, but it’s also the story of Clay, the boy who loved her but didn’t know how to show it, it’s the story of vicious bullies, and adults out of their depth. It’s a shining light on aspects of life that happen every day. It’s also a story about depression and mental health. The show takes an honest and graphic look at teen suicide and its aftermath, and it’ll knock the breath right out of you.
Do you ever feel like you've lost like a month of your life? That when you're sick you get sucked into a dark vortex? And when you emerge on the other side you think "WTF just happened?" Well that was my last week. I got cellulitis in my eye (gross. I mean who gets that?), and it went from bad to worse.
I'm writing it because I believe it will be cathartic, when really I'd prefer to be fetal positioning it somewhere with a box of wine. Yeah, I said box. But like a classy box, I haven't totally lost it. I'll start with the good and end with the bad. That's nice of me, eh?
I personally think the Texas summers are an insult. I might have even panicked a little bit this weekend when the temperature reached high eighties, agh! BUT, I know a lot of you are smiling wide, stretching your arms up toward that bright blue sky, dusting off last years shorts, and welcoming the warmer days to come.