My relationship with most self-help books has been to “ya ya cool cool cool” through the intro and “gimme gimme” through subsequent chapters til I get to the instructions.
My bank account has often sung to the tune of $2 and not because I was going out for too many brunches or partying too hard or because I just had to get away for the Winter.
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.
There’s nothing like making a morning for yourself. The world is quiet, croissants are warm, and you can see the day’s to-do list stretching out in front of you across all these hours left in the day.
I seem to find myself at my most broke in the summer- a time when I’d love to flash my feed around. There are so many food trucks, independent theatre productions, and dance parties that call my name on every street corner- but those things cost tens upon twenties of dollars. The pattern I find…… Continue reading Existential Dread. And Pie!
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.
This weekend, I decided it was time to make a 2018 vision board and master eggplant bacon.