I absolutely, totally, completely do not have it together. I am a mess. I can never find my keys, my drivers license, my favorite lipgloss or a credit card. Forget about knowing where they all are at the same time.
Confession #2.
Sometimes I can fake it. I have my life just together enough that from the outside, you might even think I'm one of those crazies who files her mail. As if I even know where my mail is at any given time. It helps that I usually have something baking when people make this judgment. It doesn't help if they ask to use my bathroom and see foundation caked on the counter.
Now it's resolution time.
It's a new year and I'm headed into a new phase of my life. (Leaving that sloppy student time and moving towards job-holding, adulthood.) I want to stop faking it and actually learn to keep it together. Not sure how, just yet. I'm definitely not going to turn into one of those soccer-moms with a binder for cut out coupons. I plan on doing it with a little style.
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