Take a Walk

When I was at my lowest, my bestfriend (other than my real bestfriend) was talking long, liberating walks. Whenever you're sad, whenever you're confused, or on the verge of blowing up in the middle of  fight,  feeling ancy or just plain down in the dumps, my advice is: take a walk. You know what they say: exercise=endorphines=happy.

Once in San Francisco, my bestfriends and I walked around and just let go. We actually bumped into a few hilarious/cute/quirky characters.

                                        

Mrs. (MR.) Potts hanging outside of H&M

Weird Fat Geisha Man entering his car

      And the cutest little mouse I've seen in Pier 39!!!!    

Talk a walk. It helps. :)

Cheerios, 

Andrea