“I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know.”—C.G. Jung, near the end of his life, in Memories, Dreams (via fuckyeahcarljung)
I had a strangely good day today. Despite my insistence that I was spending no more of my tax refund, my mother asked if I wanted to go out shopping with her today. Just her.
No kids, no mom’s husband, nobody else.
We spent hours looking at things we would never actually buy. We stared at ribbon for 20 minutes. I decided that the pink glittery leopard print ribbon was pretty fucking rockstar. I bought my daughter some manga drawing books for her birthday in May. She bought some yarn to crochet yet another afghan.
She made me buy things I needed. Bras, pants, underpants, some new minty lotion for my horrible burning feet. She bought me two new pairs of earth shoes sandals ( the most comfortable shoes in the world btw and the only ones I can wear ) and I bought her some girl scout cookies.
I’m tired and I hurt like miserable hell, but I had a good time. It was nice.