37.52 carry on wayward son ~ kansas

(theme – calm)

I’ve spent the month of September as one great big giant ball of anxiety, which started, I think, with the trip to the migraine specialist, and ended with the realization yesterday that grad school is a big fat giant mistake. I didn’t even realize until this week just how UNcalm I was internally. Though outside I was a remarkable picture of restraint. This is me, completely frazzled, having just made the decision to throw in the towel. I didn’t even realize my phone was in my pocket until I was back in the house. (And it was eleventy hundred degrees outside and I was not about to go re-shoot.) My hair is a disaster. My phone is on display. My reading glasses are on my head. But I’m finding some calm. Maybe not some zen, but definitely some calm.