Yes…it’s true.

 I am the kind of girl who makes her mom late to church on Mother’s Day because I just HAD to have Starbucks or I would die.

I’m also the kind of girl who gets to church after it’s already started, hugs the girl in front of me with the full…Venti…coffee in my hand, and drops it. All over her seat and all over her GRANDMA! No big deal…just causing a huge scene. And also. Dying.

I’m the kid of girl who no matter how many alarms I set…will sleep through them on Monday and wake up…not wanting to throw confetti in the air.

Totally the kind of girl who finds out my car is leaking something…again…and immediately yells “I’m selling it!” Instead of..you know, being rational about it or whatever.

The kind of girl who has to force myself to be optimistic every day. And definitely didn’t even try to be today.

I’m the kind of girl who has an involuntary melt down at a squat rack and then back squats with blurry vision from trying to hold back tears. 

I’m definitely the kind of girl who can make fun of myself MOST of the time..joke around and say things like “Hashtag, single for life.”And “Not gonna to be able to live on my own until I’m 35,” with a smile on my face.

But I’m also the kind of girl who deep down, fears those things coming true. 

And when I’ve had an especially stupid day, I’m the kind of girl who dances in the shower while blasting this: 

Because sometimes being a walking disaster for the past 72 hours just needs to be danced out. 😉 

Love,

The shower dancer