I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing open mics, taking reruns of Seinfeld over social events, and treating myself. To a box of wine, a grocery run at the organic shop with the nice lighting, and most importantly- a good cry over nothing at all.
I started to get used to being here and to the absurd shapes life can take at times. Then it was time to visit home.
Hole in my mouth, hole in my belly, may as well make that hole in my savings account a little bigger and buy myself some lunch.
This weekend, I decided it was time to make a 2018 vision board and master eggplant bacon.
Is it possible to do things on purpose without getting self-conscious and ruining those things? IS IT?
I could feel it, my new comedic voice bubbling up from old premises. She’s Lucille Ball, a little Jane Russel, with some Karen Walker mixed in. She’s the Mary AND the Rhoda.
How much “nothing” time can I give myself, what’s the magical balance point between nurturing my mental health while paying proper attention to my passions?