Morning after clarity

Nothing like waking up in yesterday’s jeans to make you think about your life choices.

Morning after clarity

Last night started innocent enough - Carmen and I were supposed to grab dinner and maybe hit one party. Three parties and way too many red Solo cups later, I’m pretty sure I told half of Sigma Chi that I’m switching to nursing and the other half that I might join intramurals.

The weird thing is, I meant it all. Even through the haze of cheap beer and terrible music, something felt right about saying those things out loud. Like I was finally admitting stuff I’d been thinking but too scared to own up to.

Processing last night through pen and paper

Spent an hour this morning just writing it all down, trying to sort through what was the alcohol talking and what was actually me.

Turns out drunk Elena might be more honest than sober Elena sometimes. Which is either really insightful or really concerning. Probably both. Either way, I think it’s time to have that conversation with my parents about changing majors. Just maybe not while I’m still wearing last night’s mascara.

Carmen texted this morning asking if I remember giving her roommate dating advice for twenty minutes. I do not. But apparently I was very passionate about it.