Lately, I've had a lot of fun dressing and shopping and going out. But it seems when Monday comes I'm trying to figure out why I did something like that. What do I really get out of this habit? Why in the world did I need to walk around a lake in a dress? When I think back, I feel almost embarrassed by what I've done.
It's like buyer's remorse.
But I know I'll be right back at it.