You know when you let cereal soak up juuust enough milk before you eat it, and it’s always super rewarding? For all I know, I’m the cereal. But that milk is patience, and experience.
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.
We romanticize this kind of morning in today’s meme-heavy landscape, where being lazy is a kind of badge you show anyone who would prefer you to act like a grown up.
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?