|These are the sunglasses that had Husband referencing Top Gun.|
|Cardi – F21; Shirt – Puella; Jeans – Guess; Belt – thrifted; Shoes – AE|
|Husband called me Maverick and this little punk Iceman.|
When I finally got dressed *which wasn’t until after lunch because I wanted to run and it took that long to squish it into my day* I knew I should wear a dress to continue the challenge, but the truth is that I didn’t feel like it at all. Also, I had rehearsal at my house for a web series I’m in at my house and I just didn’t feel that a vintage-esque dress would help me get into the mood I wanted. Fashion is all about mood, and I wanted to be relaxed and neutral so that I could transition into whatever atmosphere I wanted to.
So, during my run, I balled my eyes out. Seriously, I was full out wailing on the treadmill and during my stretches. I was watching Criminal Minds, and it was an episode about a mother who has a psychotic break on the anniversary of her baby son’s death. And I was balling, because I can totally see that being me. Not the killing people part, but the complete breakdown part. I can’t even imagine having to go through something like that. And I truly hope that I never have to. I’m not sure I’d be strong enough.
What’s your worst nightmare?
On a different note, I re-watched an episode of Community today…still as good as the first time.