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 decided I’ve got to do a better job setting myself up for the future. I’m already an aspiring comedian, for goodness sake. I need to do something my future self can be proud of.
Because it’s not about the noodles. It’s about the girl eating the noodles.
I may be on a mattress on the floor, but I’m looking up at the stars.
I love who I am when I’m giving other people advice. I love who I am when I’m telling people my “plan.” I’d love to hook my heart and my ego up to those words and, when I wake up at 4 am, be comforted by them instead of feeling so fraudulent.
When we first got here, we shared a bachelor apartment. With a broken fridge and a 2x a week garbage truck right outside our window at 6am.
Challenges within challenges. Like Russian nesting dolls for grown ups.
I have a lot of guilt over the fact that I’ve never been able to be all the way one thing. I throw myself into things for a couple of weeks, and if those things are lucky they get thrown into my rotation of “things that I do.” Vegan cooking is one.