I've killed every green thing that's come my way for years. Over watering, no watering. Do I have some deep-seeded (see what I did there?) emotional problems?
So I wrapped up reading Girl, Wash Your Face. There's a lot of good stuff in the book, but what stuck out to me the most is how often we make and then break promises to ourselves, and how uncool this is. I do this all the time. I promise myself that I'll go to yoga or this, that, or other and then I cancel on myself. In an effort to stop this, I came up with 11 goals that I'd like to work on for the rest of the year and I'll do a weekly update.
Last weekend, my husband and I went out for a cider at our favorite local place. We do this every once in a while because they have a fun game space in the back and, well duh, the cider is pretty tasty. While there, I mentioned that we had a pizza reward that was getting ready to expire from a place that we used to order delivery from quite frequently. My husband, who is getting to be quite the proficient cheap-o, excitedly exclaimed that if we picked up the order it would be entirely free.
If you ever want to know what adulthood is like, imagine my morning: I’m pooper scoopering my backyard while simultaneously doing multiple loads of laundry inside the house. Both involve piles of dirty ish of questionable origin, making me question how in the world my small family of two adults and two pets created so much junk.
If I'm being honest, I'm not crazy about my body. I've always hated my legs and these days, especially, they're not pretty. I've got cellulite running up and down the back of them. My thighs seem to explode up my legs after my skinny calves and knobby knees into a gelatinous mess. I avoided shorts for years, wearing flowing skirts or pants even in the heat of the summer.
I kind of lost my zeal for writing after having a redline-loving boss for many years, but I recently discovered it again after signing up for a writing class at my local community center. It's me, my amazingly eccentric teacher, and a bunch of wiser and older friends who are so much fun and incredibly supportive. I could barely complete a prompt* at the beginning of class, but six weeks later I was excited to write and share.