A weekend at home in my apartment was just what I needed to zen out and recharge. When I started to laugh/cry at Glee last week, I knew I needed a break. Serious now. You don’t ever want to see the laugh/cry. It’s weird and was a sign that I needed to spend time in my apartment, organize my life and get ready for fall.
To decompress I went to ballet class, sipped on Colorado grown kombucha, cleaned my apartment and bought fresh flowers. Adding to my fresh demeanor for fall, my cousin cut my hair and I colored it on a whim.
Now, fall can begin.