There’s an eternal conflict in my aesthetic between clean lines and clutter. Why can’t I have both?
I’m starting to suspect it’s the cream in my coffee giving me perpetual low-grade cold symptoms. Like I’m allergic to life. She says cutting dairy and grains worked a miracle for her. I’ll try dairy first. I’ll die of sadness if I do both at once.
It’s been so long since we’ve cut a nap that I’d forgotten the total life overhaul that follows. Last one. Here goes.
Stretching beyond what I thought I could do in terms of time and focus. Believing it’ll work this time–as long as I don’t try to do it the old way.
Plans within plans.
Ontario spring is a tease of double seasons per day. Long mornings, rosy sun, the flat refusal to wear a coat even when the wind thinks it’s still winter.
Back and forth. I can’t roll my eyes hard enough.
Cherry Bubly is not all I wanted it to be. I feel mildly ashamed of having an opinion about carbonated water.