burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?

every now and then, it occurs to me that i'm essentially a walking public service announcement for the old adage that you should be careful what you wish for.

i was that girl who cited season affective disorder as a (frequent) excuse for skipping class, only to find that when warmer days came around, it was far too pretty outdoors to waste precious hours of daylight in a lecture hall. i complained about having to wear a variety of catholic school uniforms for a solid fifteen years until i graduated from high school and fell into my own uniform of jeans, flats, and t-shirts - a blessedly brief phase. and after lamenting intermittently over the fact that i couldn't rustle up anything dynamic enough to write about, i now find myself immersed in a job that serves up an overwhelming amount of inspiration on a daily basis while simultaneously leaving me with little to no time to do anything else.

still, one good adage deserves another, so if i underestimated the side effects of the lifestyle i hoped for, then i say, "if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

[via the whistles]


Luxi said...

too late, the two saddest words in the dictionary ,,


Margaux. said...

careful what you wish for, good point