Glee + Wine = Great medicine

Today sucked.

There's not really another way to explain it. It wasn't just one thing, but rather a compilation of things. I think my mind is full and tired. I think my heart is heavy and hurting for others. I think my body is physically exhausted from this crazy ass semester from hell that I loved and hated at the same time.
Things build. Snowball. Today work was nuts. Things were off.

My super cool and funny co-worker Lexi looked at me today and said, "Today was rough. Today was a hardest day." For no one reason. Nothing too crazy bad, but things weren't normal, didn't feel normal. Something big was weighing on us. We needed to dance. So we did. We turned on some of our faves: Monster Mash and Who Let the Dogs Out and did some of our zumba dance moves. It rocked. We laughed. We sweated. Anyone who saw us  probably would have thought we were nuts. It was great.

Thursdays are supposed to be my "Maja's Mental Health" night. I had to adjust plans a bit and had planned on grading an abundance of papers tonight so I could have the weekend off. After looking at ten that I thought were absolutely crazy ridiculous, I decided I would wait. I de-stressed by going grocery shopping. At Winco nonetheless. It was dead. I shopped and used my reusable bags.....that always makes me feel awesome. Then I watched Glee. And enjoyed some 14 Hands Hot to Trot. Holla! My latest love.

Thursdays also mean Grey's Anatomy (yup, I am still a fan) and Glee (yes, I am STILL a fan....all you haters keep on moving....it's still about the singing, music and high school drama. It's  fabulous). It was the season finale of Glee, so I watched it live rather than wait until the DVR tapes it. Weird! I am not used to watching my shows live.

Anyhoo. I cried. Ahhhhh. Glee has a way of making me cry. It was a sad episode in parts. I needed to cry.  It felt good. Yes, it's a mix of all my emotions rolled into one (see first paragraph). So much on my mind. On my heart. Took its toll. Crying is a release. It makes me think how I am going to walk down the aisle without crying (or try to look semi cute while crying and walking) if I cannot even make it through an episode of Glee without crying.

Ugh. Stupid girl ;)

Needless to say, this Mental Health night was not a waste.