And you thought "Shelter in Place" orders would engender boredom....
When I was little one of the first things that my parents ever taught me about safety was to never ever ever get into the vehicle of a stranger. And yet here I am in 2020 looking at my Lyft app as my driver gets closer and closer and closer to my pickup location. I'm standing out on the sidewalk with a backpack on my back, suitcase by my side, and an icy cold kombucha in my hand. It's 8:30am. Let's do this thing.
In case you got the wrong idea let me set you straight right now: I am not truly adventurous.
I once had a therapist who touted that she never used the word "frustrated" because the usage of that word implies your displeasure that things in life are not going your way. And since she accepted that things would not go her way 100% of the time she removed the word "frustrate" and all its variations from her vocabulary.
It's rainy and I'm showered and I made the most delish, frothy latte from a Tanzanian Peaberry espresso shot + homemade hemp milk (who AM I?). But I'm slightly stressed from life, my back is killing me, I'm late for my period, and I'm as bloaty as a preggo (definitely not preggo), so here I … Continue reading Unsteady Uproot “The parental’s house” (August 13th, Tuesday)
I honestly thought I had written a story about this night, but I can't find it anywhere so apparently I made that up! Twas the night that my starter died...at night...in the middle of nowhere... and I had to get my car towed 90 miles... and I met this random young tow truck driver named … Continue reading Unsteady Uproot – “Stranded” (Wednesday, July 31st)
It's me again! I know it's been a little bit since I've written anything. I've not done much of interest over the last week. Just livin' the dream over here. I got "promoted" at work which means I now make $1 more an hour. Yaaaaaay....