Growing up in certain parts of the world made some of us constantly, endlessly trying to do everything right, past childhood all the way into the casket. Predictably, one starts to take liberties just to stay sane, right about later teenage years: driving 25 over the limit everywhere, having a family with all the wrong people, arguing with the illusory, fighting for chaos, manically watching everyone's eye movements. Sometimes addicting. Mostly addicting; that's just honest.
Now listen: cry. Cry until you're ugly and empty. That's the one better option out of two or three. Ask me how I know.
Why don't I learn the easy way... Maybe because I'm so invested into learning the right way, or the opposite.

I'm admitting to a habit: collecting random kitchen bzzraaghkrr gadgets. Do I even cook anymore? No. I robotically, precisely create boring food arrangements directly from my tired brain culinary spreads, pretending to use all the cool things I have sometime when the time is time-timely. But these objects are cool and I want them all.

Energizing connections

that I prefer

are fast and crackling

with brightness, thrill 

and full of humor 

Don't overstay your total 

presence 

We often turn to symbol interpretation when an animal crosses our path. We also live among those animals and some of them we see daily. So what's this land telling us? What is its rhythm? And how often do you speak your intentions out loud? That's my next experiment. 

Today my priority is one thing at a time.

I found a scale yesterday! I stood on it. I'm at the weight now that I was at full pregnancy with my firstborn. And I love it! My body as language, I want to stand in front of a full-sized mirror and have conversations. For hours. I'm obsessed.
ISO a mirror that will fit me