A month ago tomorrow, I was having a terrible night, and not really sure what the heck to do with myself. Tomorrow, I will have been going to the gym almost every day for two weeks. I'll start memorizing my monologue for class that I found tonight. Since last month, I finished a novel for the first time since high school (because I actually had TIME to read for myself) and created a beautiful, "Breaking Bad" inspired cross stitch sampler (This is my own personal domicile, and I will not be harassed. Bitch.) I've realized how much I love my friends and miss them, wherever they are all over the country and the world. I've started just doing things because I want to do them (ex hair chalk, tanning lotion, buying ghost encyclopedias.) I've started preparing for an audition that means the world to me and that's helping me remember, once again, where my true love lies. I may not be completely healed (out of ICU, but in a big ol' body cast and crutches*) but I am proud of the progress I'm making. The best part? Tomorrow, I'm going to see "The Jungle Book" at the Goodman. Because that's who I'd rather spend tomorrow with. 💙 *I really like metaphors, I'm not really in a body cast.