I am different.
I am weird.
I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…
I’m the only blonde person in our class.
I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.
And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different.♥
I’m taking a short break of all the festivity to wish all you wonderful people a very Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💚 bigsmile heart 💜 💙 heart
I hope you are having a magical ✨ time with your families and friends, cats and dogs, significant other or simply solo mio (which I know means sun, but for some reason I use it in the context of “solo”….♥
(I apologize beforehand if this post is weird and confusing. Bear with me, the coffee has yet to show it’s effect)
Now I finally know what that phrase really means (not that it was something I was striving to accomplish…).
Let me elaborate.
As you may remember I went to a One Republic concert on Monday (short recap: it was awesome!) and even though I don’t regret going with a single fiber in my body, Tuesday morning was NOT easy!!!♥
The sun is streaming through the window as I once again sit on the floor, apparently my favorite spot at the moment. A little square of sunshine illuminates the place where I sit, creating a warm glow just for me. The house is completely quiet. No one else is awake, but me.♥
What I love about mornings….
I love waking up when the sun is rising. I just love watching the sky go from dark to light to violet to pink to orange to baby blue. I love the fact that the trees outside the window are not much more than a dark silhouette, that the clouds seem to be rippled and layered.♥