I actually felt hopeful when I walked back from the gym today. Thirty-five minutes on the elliptical seems to be the perfect workout time to get the happy-chemicals flowing.
And I was thinking, you know? I'm going to be okay. It's going to be tough to get a job, but I'll get one. It might not be all brie and wine and backrubs when Jim and I first move in together, but we'll work on it. I voted and I really, really hope the school levy in my hometown passes. And if I eat a shit ton of Reese's Pieces this weekend, then so be it. I will not be a worse person because of it.
It also helped that today was a fracking gorgeous Indian summer day. It's colder now, but I'm going to brave it in my flapper dress. We'll see how that goes.