Tonight’s dinner: zucchini boats with brown rice, black beans, veggies, and goat cheese:
And random photos from days, weeks, and months past from my bf’s iPhone camera:
Feeling pretty nice. As usual, I continue to learn more every day, which is a wonderful part of being alive. I learn little things, like the fact that adding sea salt to chocolate really does make a huge difference (I almost wrote a whole blog post about this but it remains in draft form for now). And bigger things, like maybe it’s okay to foster a small taste for power despite my deep inclination to reject it. That’s a story that’s just beginning. But what I’m feeling right now is that it’s okay for things to be good, even though I can sometimes dwell on the negative in some kind of attempt to be authentic. Because I don’t like coming off as all rainbows and sunshine when that’s not my reality. Yet I am so attentive to all the beauty around me; why am I afraid to simply acknowledge that without equivocation? There is so much to be thankful for and happy about.
PS. It’s time I get back into reading books. Since finishing graduate school over a year ago (!) I’ve read a few light murder mysteries, re-read the Sherlock Holmes stories of my childhood, and basically browsed the photos of interior design books. I’m ready to get completely lost in other worlds again, the way I used to before grad school made my brain hurt and before technological distractions turned my brain to mush. I have a habit of returning to old favorites again and again but I think it’s time for something new and substantive.