every year I tell myself I won't suffer from seasonal depression.
that I won't be so miserable trudging through january that I just about forget why I'm even here.
every year I tell myself, "next year I'll remember that the spring always comes."
and every year I forget.
and the gray gets to me.
that's why it's okay to wear a high pony 6 days in a row.
and cozy cowl-neck sweaters for 4.
winter is hard.
that's why it's okay to save money by going to the dollar theater
and spend $6.00 on a junior popcorn.
it's also okay to do your eyebrows a little too bold for you face.
cause. you know, it's winter, and IT'S OKAY.
it's okay to go to red mango and get the same thing you always do
(coconut with cheesecake bites)
and sob with your best friend about changes.
she's getting married.
and it's okay.
I need you spring.