As a sort of mini-epilogue to today’s earlier post, I wanted to say that coming home this evening after work was glorious.

I kicked off my boots, threw on some Christmas themed jammies (they’re the best kind and also, pretty much the only kind I wear… year round), and tossed my hair up into a messy bun. I then proceeded to collapse onto the couch, next to my wonderful fiancé, and allow myself to act how I’ve been feeling all day… miserable. 

I know that probably sounds awful. But trust me, it feels amazing. I’m curled up next to my best friend, with the puppy sleeping on my feet, eating pancakes for dinner… and no one expects me to be stylish or put together here.

It’s the best.