This has been a heck of a week.
I got asked to an interview and 12 hours later I was on the road rushing out of state to it, I got offered said job, and turned it down. I nannied two kids, one cat, and one dog while their mom was in Hawaii and cleaned up animal poop more times than I would like to recollect. During the day, I cleaned an apartment that was so dirty (someone actually poured or dropped soil onto the floor), and had to turn down two substituting jobs because I was just too busy. Honestly, for a university graduate living at home, all of this is a miracle. However, for a blogger celebrating holidays daily, it is a little less so. 

In other words, between spending several hours solo in a minivan mentally preparing to sell my skills to a potential employer and trying to get children to do their chores, homework, and bed on time, the celebrations were just not number one priority. 

The weekend was welcome.

In an effort to atone for my lack of daily holiday observance, I celebrated all the weeks holidays in the weekend.

First thing Saturday morning I whipped up some carrot cake pancakes with cream cheese syrup to celebrate 

National Pancake Day.

Also, I don't know what actually constitutes a "better breakfast" but to me it means "more healthy." Soooo, I counted the carrots in the pancakes as the healthy part to honor National Better Breakfast Day.

(I don't know why they're on the same day. Note to self: check what holidays are already celebrated on a given day before adding a holiday to it)

Then, whilst cleaning, I listened to some one-hit wonders on behalf of 

One-Hit Wonder Day.

From this experience I learned that they are one-hit wonders for a reason. I mean, I like nearly zero of them. But I may have the Just Dance choreography memorized for "Take Me On" and maybe I repeatedly listened to "Somebody I Used to Know" on repeat (I would not be unhappy if Gotye got ousted from the One-Hit Wonder Club).

Hug a Vegetarian Day was easily celebrated as I live with my favorite vegetarian (fun fact: she may have once gone on a date with a boy who thought that communism and vegetarianism were the same thing. This does not compute).

I also was able to celebrate Carfree Day by walking to church on a most perfectly warm autumn day. It was an excellent opportunity to ponder as I prepared to receive inspiration and make promises to God and then reflect as I returned home. 

Flannery O'Conner said, 

"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say."

For that reason exactly, I haven't known what I've thought for quite some time now. I unexpectedly ran out of journal space when I was in California this summer and I'm so picky about what book I write my thoughts in that I had to order a new one off the internet which I didn't get until after I got back from New York weeks later. 

So I have been forever behind on my journaling. 

But I am incapable of moving on from something until I write about it. I can't just skip writing about something that was important to me but at the same time, you have to be in the right mindset to write about it. It's much harder to accurately describe a tragic experience when you're feeling chipper. Therefore, it can be hard to catch up. At the same time, I'm unwilling to completely let things go until I've let them go onto the page. But above all, I can't make sense of things until I've interpreted my complicated thoughts into concrete sentences. 

It's a very complicated life to live, the life of a journal addict.  

At any rate, thanks to Dear Diary Day, I managed to hunker myself down and get myself all settled straight on the journal writing front. I now will be free to discover what I think when I need it because I'm all up to date and ready to go.

Also, here's some cute pages I worked on because I am obsessed with cute journal pages.