I bought a scrunchie this weekend. Apparently they're back? I was having kind of a blah day and wandered into a store downtown, pausing in front of the display of colorful 90s-wear. And I couldn't help myself. It made me happy to look at. And to wear on my wrist. ⁣ ⁣ I had a blah day again yesterday. Kind of in a meh place lately to be honest. The beginning of the school year "I'm kind of sick, but not enough to use that as an excuse" place. So when I woke up this morning I knew I had to pick out the dress that made me happiest. That made me feel like smiling and twirling and excited to wear. And you guys, it worked. It always does. ⁣ ⁣ I don't like the idea of faking it until you make it, but rather, believe it until you achieve it. And I believe that it's not always from the inside out -- sometimes it's from the outside in -- and that's okay. Putting on something that makes you happy, walking in a beautiful shop in a beautiful part of town, buying a dang scrunchie if that's what you ...