Future employers + grad schools: disregard the following post. It’s just that sometimes as I go my merry way stumbling through life, on occasion, I’ll lean over to take a closer look at something curious that I don’t quite understand and BAM! my rose colored glasses just slip off my head and hit the floor (I have a freakishly small head. Hats are a problem as well)

Reality is a bitch, but luckily when I am temporarily blinded,  I have yet to step on or crack my pretty rose frames. Sometimes I am grounded a little longer than other times. I am easy to spot: the mess on all fours surrounded by crap that just fell out of an extremely large tote frantically searching the floor for something.

While I was down there this time, I found closure next to my frames.