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Mood: Striped Socks and Sunlight Through Kitchen Windows.
October 21, 2018
Mood: Striped Socks and Sunlight Through Kitchen Windows.
October 21, 2018
I always want to be more than who I feel I am at the moment.
There seems to be some key formula to being a well-rounded, confident adult that I lack. Everyone else posts YouTube videos with impeccable eyeliner, link arms with a well-matched significant other, know the right way of matching patterns that seem to clash on even the most open minded mannequin, and - of course - cook dishes that their plethora of lovely, unaging friends coo over at their weekly dinner parties.
At least, that is how the world looks from the vantage point of my Instagram feed.
And I know it's not true, that everyone from the most enviable of Buzzfeed producers to that one friend who always seems to be jetting off to Hawaii is just trying to figure the world out. But that doesn't stop me from feeling that there are some things I could be doing more of and maybe those things are what keep the gray cloud over my head and the sunshine from pooling into the cold floorboards that line my heart.
Like cooking.
Mood: Pensive Blues and Proper Persuasion.
June 9, 2018
Mood: Pensive Blues and Proper Persuasion.
June 9, 2018
Mood: Sunny Skies and Starting Fresh.
June 2, 2018
Mood: Sunny Skies and Starting Fresh.
June 2, 2018

Here we are once again.
A new blog, a blinking cursor, and a girl with her fingers poised expectantly on the keyboard.
It is amazing to realize how things have changed for me since the last time I started a blog: fifteen, overstimulated and in awe at all the Internet had to offer - but, at the very same time, sure that all those sparking, stunning connections and coincidences held no cards to offer me. How wrong I was, and how grateful I now am: for all that has happened since, and for the opportunity to forge a new sense of relative anonymity in a corner like I always have since that very first blog.
A new chance for my voice to flourish, or flounder, or spend its day aimlessly kicking its feet behind it as it browses through Netflix as it so pleases.
I cannot wait to experience every mood in its bright-hued, fresh stroke of marvelousness. And if you are reading, I hope you are excited for this return to Watercolor Moods too.
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