This isn’t a real post because work has decided to take over my life. So this is more just thinking out loud, which will likely give you a glimpse into why you should feel better about yourself because you’re not me.
Ok, so we all know that I’m not someone for which “life in moderation” is really a motto, right?
Example: last night, before CB got home, I ate so much peanut butter on a spoon that I couldn’t finish my dinner because my stomach was full of delicious, crunchy peanuts.
Me, holding stomach: “Why do I do this to myself?”
CB: “Eat peanut butter out of the jar?”
Me: “No, that’s normal. But why do I not know when to stop?”
CB: “I don’t know, but it seems to be a trend.”
Which prompted me to remember to tell him that I’d already mentally decorated the apartment we haven’t gotten yet, complete with twinkle lights for the balcony at Christmas and the “perfect place” for the jack-o-lantern at Halloween.
Luckily, he’s not new here, and so he humored me.
I mean, I’m not sure how normal adult brains work, but mine tends to acknowledge rational thought and then throw that right off to the side so I can get on with obsessively, excessively thinking about things I have little to no control over. Like, we won’t know if we have this apartment, officially, for a few more weeks. But since things currently look moderately to decently good in our favor, I’ve decided that I should start picking out paint samples for the bedroom and figuring out which new scratching post would fit best in the corner for Oliver.
And then I remembered that huge trend back in the 90s or early 2000’s when Oprah was all obsessed with “The Secret” and all you had to do was make a Dream Board and everything you’ve ever wanted in life would come true.
|I'm just guessing here, but|
I'm pretty sure CB wants
a chandelier AND flowers
in our bathroom. So I'll just go
ahead and pin that.
Or, at least that’s what I took away from it. Until, of course, Ryan Gosling totally didn’t show up at my apartment with two tickets to Turks and Caicos (where our new winter getaway was located), and then I threw that Dream Board right into the trash.
Stupid Dream Board.
Anyway, this lead me to spending my entire walk to work weighing the pros and cons of whether or not realizing us in the new apartment would totally will it into truth, or whether it would jinx us right out of it. And I decided that jinx is dumb and Dream Boards are where it’s at and so I’ll be creating a new Pinterest Board tonight solely for our new apartment. Which I think is a completely logical reaction to maybe or maybe not getting an apartment.