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.
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.