The Best Day

So on Tuesday, I dropped my mom off at work mad early. I knew when I had gone home that I wanted to spend at least one of my days at the beach. Honestly, I knew that is what I wanted (and needed!), but I had reservations. I have not been to the beach in years (to actually swim and stuff; I’ve been to take some pictures, but that’s different) because I have been so embarrassed I would run into someone I knew and they would see me. I am obviously not happy with how I look for a while now, so I didn’t want to see anyone. But I knew I needed the salt and fresh air (hell, and the tan). So when I got a text from my best friend asking if I wanted to go to the beach, it seemed like great timing. I guess the last time I actually went to the beach was before I was wearing glasses full time, so I didn’t know how to do the beach. Lol that sounds stupid, but hear me out. Do I wear contacts so I can actually see all the time and wear my old sunglasses or do I wear my glasses and be blind while I’m in the water? I opted for the contacts. We got there, applied our sunscreen (more on that later), and waited for a bit to go in. When I say the water was perfect, it was legit perfect. Not too cold, and just amazing. So I went in and literally 5 minutes later...lost a contact. Shit. And of course I did not pack my glasses. So I was basically blind in one eye for the rest of the day. Well I had a great time at the beach with my sisters. Real and deep conversations and just a good damn time. Needed the sun therapy for sure. We went to lunch afterwards and the great times continued. When I got home, I finally looked at my, erm, tan. Well turns out you actually have to rub in the spray sunscreen too after you spray it. So I was left with burned, streaky shoulders. Yup, it looks real cute. I tried to use the cocoa butter self tanner spray we had, but that didn’t work. I am happy with the tan elsewhere, but damn, my arms look bad. I’ve finally started peeling today (Sunday...yes, I’m still behind, but I am working on it). So there’s the recap of my amazing beach day with my sisters (3/4 of the cheetah sisters, missing my actual sister).

While looking at some emails and stuff from school, I decided to check and see if my grade from the presentation and the class were posted and guess what...they were! And guess what...that meant I AM OFFICIALLY A P4! That was a great phone call to make to my mom (my dad was home with me). I swear my mom was crying. But it felt good to finally say that, after starting my journey back in 2010. YAYYYYYYY!