get up get out get something

I am boot free. Finally. It's still a little tough walking. I can't quite go for a run or anything but everything's a little brighter, the music's a little louder and the days are a little longer without the giant boot weighing me down. Maybe now I can start to focus on more important things, like paying my bills and getting into FIT. I'm just waiting for the rest of my application to show up in the mail.

I am so pumped because my love Cristina is on the same coast as me. I miss San Francisco. And my san francisco friends. But I can't say I'm not happy to be here. I'm bowled over with joy and excitement because everyday I wake up is everyday closer to making my dreams come true. And any bad day here is better than anyday at home. I'm doing it. I may have been slow going but all I can think about is how I did it. I escaped. And going back to my class reunion and just shining. Because shoes don't matter anymore. Who you hang out with doesn't matter anymore. I don't live by the standards of people my age. I make my own rules. Try and stop me.

decisions, decisions, decisions.

Finish what I start. Stop thinking about things that are not worth my time. Write songs. Sleep less. Take more walks. Save when I can, where I can. Smell good. Make new friends. Keep old friends. Study vogue like it is my job. Write much much much more. Cook more. Allow myself to be inspired daily.