Hey there. Sorry I am terrible at keeping up with writing in general. Maybe, uh, if more people subscribed to communicate they want to read this material I would be more motivated? But, who am I kidding? I'd just frustrate you more, maybe? Anyway, I'm back because I need to get out my Turkey Day woes of this year. So, here it goes: I wanted to recount the events that took place as I attempted to cook Thanksgiving dinner for myself as I hit a lot of the benchmarks one experiences as the earn their Turkey Day Stripes. I battled a hangover, underestimated prep, did not thaw my turkey (3lb Breast) properly, and I had my first grease fire! Talk about a slew of chaos that didn't leave my hunger satisfied until 10pm as I ate all my side dishes one by one during our family zoom meeting as they finished cooking at staggering times. So, let me start with the fact that I have been recently health-motivated as my doctor and I got into a conversation that I will loosely paraphrase lik
I have decided to cash in on some faith, faith in myself. I resigned from my job. I am letting the fates sort it out and currently reaping the benefits of some hard work from the better part of the last decade. I’m agreeing with what a friend called it, a “Trial Retirement.” I have been going through some interesting changes since I first gave birth to the ideal— almost a total reform of the perspective in which I view the outside world. That doesn’t mean the inside world has been safe, either. My dreams have blossomed into no longer me surviving or enduring when things go awry but of me taking action or controlling situations from the get-go. Since I was younger, I have built a network of significant places in my dreams, be it my childhood home; a sightseeing, tourist spot in the Cascade Mountains; my High School; or a what would rather be an inconsequential location except that I had an epiphanic thought there that impacted me greatly. These locations not only have a geographica