Back Home Again in Indiana
I don’t know what happened, but suddenly mornings are 100% my jam. 8 in the pm, and I’m thinking about how awesome a work out, breakfast, and coffee are going to be. This from the girl who, four years ago, would straight up cut you if you were responsible for waking her up 10 seconds before her alarm went off.
I’m sure we could sit here and over analyze what’s happening (mornings are a fresh start, filled with potential, blah blah blah), but I think the real answer is obvious: Jesse has ruined me. And the weird thing is, I’m not even mad about it.