So close to the edge of something. If a breakdown means enlightment and a weight off my shoulders, then I bring it, I guess. If humiliation means realization and modesty, it has to happen. Sometimes you get to wondering if you can attain anything good without the bad, or going through the bad first, at least.

I guess it wouldn't make sense any other way. There's that divine balance again.

Wednesday, Thursday. Terrible. It's all a big mess rolled out into one. Good news: healthy eating. Greater news: I got to talk to someone who is very healthy and just...an inspiring person. I know a lot of those but when you meet a new person like that in your life, it never gets old. That belonging and hopeful sensation.

I dyed my hair pink. Eh, I don't know if I like it. Sometimes I want to just be invisible and blend in, and it calls for a lot of attention from strangers and even friends. It's annoying to always look loud and peppy without even opening your mouth.

But you know, it made me so happy to change my hair color. That I'm chaning it again tomorrow. That's right. I think I have a new addiction. Haha.

Belly dancing workshop with Fat Chance Belly Dance this upcoming weekend!

I am a big slobbering depressed mess. So I wish I could stop smiling and just feel it.