Wow, Friday already?! Let’s see what brought the sparkle!

My dear blog mom Lisa posted this in her IG stories last week, and boy, was it a message I needed to see!

I’ve been in a glass case of emotion lately… and I loathe having feelings… and the only thing worse than feeling feelings is letting other people see those feelings, so YEAH, I’m doing great! 😂 In all seriousness, I do know that all this ~feeling~ is ultimately a good thing, but I just don’t love being in the middle of it. I started seeing a new therapist in January (in addition to the two other therapists that was I already sporadically seeing because #yolo), and we’re sifting through some heavy stuff right now. But the new therapist is very encouraging about me feeling and expressing things (because even in therapy, feelings still freak me out!). My default reaction is to be ashamed of my feelings and want to hide them, so I definitely need to hear this new concept a million more times!

On Saturday, I got to meet up with my college roommate for dinner! (She’s basically Carmen Sandiego IRL—I never know where she is, or if she’s even in the US!) We ended up going to Outback because she was dumbfounded (as most people are) that I’ve never had a Bloomin’ Onion (the name of which I almost had to look up right now 🙈). Said Bloomin’ Onion was really good! I think I might have let 32 years of hype build it up too much, though, because I expected it to be mind-blowing, haha.

I didn’t gush about it enough in my February budget post, but I am LOVING this cropped sweatshirt from Primark. It’s super comfy and cozy, but the cropped hem keeps it from looking too schlubby. And it’s only $7, I mean COME ON. I got it in light grey, but I can’t seem to find that online—so just know that it does come in non-neon colors!

So Jim Croce has been the soundtrack of the past week! My fave jam of his (since eighth grade) has been “Operator,” but I hadn’t listened to “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” in a million years, and let me tell you, it is a BOP. I can’t get enough! I mean, there’s clapping, a jaunty chorus, and a boogie-woogie piano—what’s not to love?

Possibly the best part about this renewed interest in Jim Croce is that it prompted Pops to go, “Yeah, you know, I saw Jim Croce… he opened for Woody Allen in 1972.” Like, WUT. Pops was the coolest teenager (Led Zeppelin is among the bazillion concerts he went to in the ‘70s nbd), and he’s now the dadest dad… it’s hilarious. Also, I did the math, and Pops would have been 16 in 1972. I was def only doing homework at 16, haha!