Just when I think I made it through the day without things getting weird, I get asked out via LinkedIn by a guy from Jr. High youth group.
Happy Valentine’s Day
I love you more than you could ever know.
"We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving … We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins … We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers … We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything.”" - Courtney Martin, Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters
I relate to this quote so hard, too hard actually. If you’re in the same pattern of needing to do everything and be everything and struggling to unpack it without coming off as a whiny asshole, then maybe you’d be into this.
Or maybe not. It’s cool.
Recently I wrote about making soup late at night and how I’m keeping bras in my bed so that they’re warmer in the morning. It’s all about coping with the weather that’s getting to all of us and that my olive oil froze twice this winter. Okay, technically it turned into a lime green congealed mess but I’m counting that as being frozen.
So if that sound interesting, there’s a post about it here.
And yes, I’m wearing mismatched socks.