I've made a huge mistake.

Going to work in a full matching sweatsuit feels like big Tumblr energy…I think?

I’m searching through old Tumblr posts like a creep because I just entered a chili cook off and I vaguely remembered seeing a few recipes on here like a million years ago. I CAME HERE TO WIN.

Hi, hello. Here’s me dancing to NKOTB in the greatest outfit of all time. OKAY BYE.

This wasn't even all the food and beer I had today. (It's okay because I'm walking everywhere and it's hot as balls here. I figure I'm sweating out any extra calories.)

I think this is the best term ever for a style of music because it is what it sounds like. Just say bebop out loud and you kind of get what it is before you've actually heard it. (Hello! I just watched a film about Miles Davis and now I'm listening to jazz which is something I only ever do alone. Not sure why. I suppose it just feels like an intensely personal experience. That and the fact that I probably look really weird when I'm listening to it, because I move around and get faraway eyes sometimes. OKAY BYE.)

I've been getting up early and working out before I get ready for work. I'm not a morning person, but I like getting it out of the way. I was doing pretty well until this week. It has been so cold out, which means my stupid house is effing FREEZING in the morning. I just can't make myself get up to go jump around when it's this cold. I feel guilty for not doing it, but it really is SO COLD. It's like my body is telling me not to do it, because it needs all the fat in order to keep warm.

I swear, it happens every year. As soon as I see the first of the holiday decorations pop up in stores, my instinct is to hide. I immediately begin looking for reasons to duck out of social commitments. All I want to do is stay home and be quiet. I think it's because I know that as soon as December hits, there will be parties and dinners and lunches and why don't you stop bys because WE HAVE TO SEE YOU BEFORE THE HOLIDAYS. It's all just so exhausting. That's why I intend to cherish this calm before the storm. So get that Debbie Downer gif ready to go, cause you're gonna need it when I text you to bail on something.

It feels like the first day of school. I'm feeling a bit nervous. New office! Real people! I'll probably have to talk to some of them! Do I still remember how to write? I don't knowwwwwwwwww

Of course, once it actually gets cold outside it suddenly seems as though my place gets no heat at all, and I won't be able to function without sitting under 4 layers of sweaters and blankets. So I guess it all evens out.

Me too! (Oh, Reddit.)

Hello, I am an adult. As evidenced by my pizza sweatshirt.

Being unemployed is a very strange experience. You suddenly have all the time in the world, and you have no idea how to fill it. I spend a good chunk of it looking for and applying to jobs. I also work out for about an hour, have a proper breakfast, and run errands like going to the grocery store, etc. But that really only takes up like half the day. So the rest of the time, you're left sitting there, wondering what you should be doing. So you end up constantly refreshing your email, and waiting for your phone to ring, on the off chance that someone might consider hiring you. It's truly maddening. On the days you dare to actually venture away from home to take part in some real activities, you're worried that you'll miss a call, or respond to an email just a little too late, therefore ruining your chances at landing a great job. So most days I stay close to home, trying to think of ways to pass the time. Just sitting, waiting, and not having very much fun at all.

As far as I'm concerned, this is the ultimate look. Babe of the century, always and forever.

Strange things happen as you get older. I'm not anywhere close to retirement age, but I'm finally reaching that phase of life where certain things start to make sense. For one thing, I'm beginning to appreciate my parents a whole lot more. I mean, I've always appreciated them, but now I'm really seeing the methods behind what my teenage self probably thought was madness, in terms of parenting methods. The biggest thing I've noticed is how I handle myself in a crisis, or really just whenever shit isn't playing out how I'd imagined it would. I see grown ass humans in my age group just completely crumble the moment things don't go their way. But that's not me. It takes a lot before I get to that point. And I do get there sometimes, don't get me wrong. But I ain't ever crying over spilled milk or some shit. Just clean it up and move on with your life. Buy new milk. Give up dairy. Whatever. Sometimes you might have to get creative, but you can figure it out. Perhaps it's the whole middle child thing. But really, I credit my parents for always being real with me. They told me I could do great things if I wanted to, but they also told me I had better be prepared to work my ass off for it. They also told me that not everything would always be easy and fun, and that I had to learn how to deal with it when shit hits the fan. So thanks, mom and dad. Thanks for being jerks occasionally. I'm a better person for it.

Every time I see that Prince quote pop up, it makes me smile so hard. "I live inside my own heart, Matt Damon."