Back at it.

Hello you wonderful people, you! 

It's been a while hasn't it? Happy new year and good day to you all, since I never got around to that. 

Today was my first day back to class. Unfortunately. But I figured this is the perfect opportunity to jump onto the productivity band wagon overall and have a little welcome back to the bloggity.  

ALSO, I suppose this is a big deal: name change! Yes, welcome to Theresa Cee. This is going to be somewhat of a new start for me, but a bit of a continuation of the old, just better. (Hopefully). It just felt like it was time. Plus the length of my blog title before, Despising Life is so Passe, though I liked it, did limit me. So welcome! Please stick around, stay a while. There will also be some changes in layout soon. All will be fresher than fresh.

During break I went and bought novels in bulk. Did I read through them all? No. But I will say, one that I did, Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson, is a beautiful one. Winterson's diction is incredible and her imagery is unlike any other. I definitely recommend it. 

What have you all been up to? How's the family? how's the cat?

xx

*wearing: modcloth dress, kimichi blue heels, old navy sweater

"You haven't yet opened your heart fully, to life, to each moment. The peaceful warrior's way is not about invulnerability, but absolute vulnerability--to the world, to life, and to the Presence you felt. All along I've shown you by example that a warrior's life is not about imagined perfection or victory; it is about love. Love is a warrior's sword; wherever it cuts, it gives life, not death."

Dan Millman from Way of the Peaceful Warrior

currently listening to: rescue you- jake epstein

you never truly understand until it's happening to you.

"She remembered sitting beneath that tree on a hot July day with someone who looked at her with a longing that took everything else away. And it had been at that moment that she'd first fallen in love."

The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks

currently listening to: when you're gone- avril lavigne