What a full second month of being 27! When I take stock of what I’ve done this month and hold it up to my list of goals, there’s not a lot in common. Fear not, the quest towards badassery remains the flagship aim of this year in my life, it just may evolve as time passes.
I maintain that living an intentional life on a self-charted path is the ultimate definition of a badass. This month has been a glorious belly flop turned swan dive into the excruciatingly lovely world of books. This is the waterslide of shiny objects full of words that I am tubing down at the moment and possibly/ probably/ hopefully for the duration of my short-lived human eternity. Because books breed badassery. Try that alliteration on for size!
My violin playing is less sqwauky. My friends are rockstars. I’m getting better at kickball. My legs look great in hot pink leggings. I already know what my Nanowrimo novel’s going to be about. My basil plant, Big Momma, is still gorgeous. Yes, these are indicators of badassery. Thank you.
This next month bodes success as well. Woot!
