I am jealous of myself... I wish my life was as good as it appearson Instagram. I feel like my life consists of nursing my hangovers, pulling myself together, and politely getting out of plans! I remember I used to stare at my phone, waiting for someone to call or text me to go out, or go to dinner, or do anything... a watched pot never boils. Now my phone is the bane of my existence. The fucking thing never stops! All day/all night my phone is buzzing, beeping, alerting! My e-mails are endless, text messages beyond, and (god forbid) phone ringing off the hook...(Side note: I hate talking on the phone; unless it's with my family, I find it so evasive). I try to live in the present, so I am actively aware how pathetic and millennial I look [that I am] so consumed by my phone. ...But these days, it's crucial to running a business. -And as important as my brand is to me, my family take precedence ...I am so excited to get out of town... I am heading to Minnesota. I am going to spend my time on the lake, jet-skiing, tubing, and spending time with my family! -With spotty cell reception, which to me, is the cherry on top!
