& my running feet could fly.
Had intended for today to be productive, instead it was all sorts of gloriously spontaneous, and while I hardly got any work done and finals loom large a week away, I’m glad I’m trying to live instead of exist and treat myself a bit better. Because when I look back in the end, it will always be the times I lived and loved that will be recounted with joy and mirth, not the hours I plugged away in exam preparation.
(This is the first step towards newfound self-acceptance and regaining what I define as my place in the world. Not quite there yet, but trying.)
