dang interruptions

as i’ve stared at my computer, lots of topics have gone through my head to base this post on. i could tell you how this is my first sock bun or that i’m feeling like a fashion guru for buying this top before the lace and peplum trends hit…but right now that would be a cop out. what i really want to say is that i’m tired and that i’ve been wrestling with my selfishness the last couple of days. i’m reading interrupted and it is interrupting my life with a capital ‘I.’ (i mean, really, what did i expect? she titled it as fair warning). nevertheless, i’m sorting through convictions and desires and trying to figure out...