On Wednesday, I subbed half my soul and declared for Art History, liked my outfit and got the ideal internship I desperately wanted. Yes, right? YES.
Walking home from meeting with my new adviser, I even decided to try skipping. Promptly stopped because this was weird in those shoes and I felt self-conscious before the squirrels. Hurrying up the back porch stairs, I saw the cutest chipmunk, missed the first step, and found myself and all my (frog-eyed, bag-lady) things heaped on top of the steps.
The world always does you right!
Now if Mountain Day can please happen...