Work Hard, Play Hard. <3
What you do to make ends meet doesn’t have to eclipse what you’re passionate about. Just as your schedule dictates when you work, make an appointment with yourself to serve as a reminder to do something you love, every day.
Next to you, in soft sheets, I feel at ease. Next to you, I dream sweet things, and morning comes so easily.
We are spiritual beings in human bodies; dis-ease is when what we’re doing doesn’t line up with who we are.
You can have a new story, as soon as you decide to start writing it.
The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.
(as quoted by The Atlantic's Megan McArdle, in “Why Writers Are The Worst Procastinators”)
Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or a fool from any direction.
Olympic Bodies & Stuff
Watching the gymnasts and ice skaters in the Winter Olympics I’m in awe of their physique, and can’t help but wonder what body I’d have if I did something like that?! LolAlso, it brings back memories of living in Moscow & has awakened my desire to return to Russia.
Thoughts on Breakfast
After making breakfast several times the past week I noticed a few things:
1. There is something motivating about it… Maybe it’s the mere “action” of starting my day off “doing” something? Does everyone else feel super productive after making breakfast?! I’m pretty sure a lot of people do this regularly, but it’s rare for me, so I get all amped up, and proud, and excited, and feel like taking on the entire world like a little kid after tying their shoe or something. (Which makes me laugh.)
2. I’m almost guaranteed to be in a better mood all day.
THE MOST INTRIGUING THING I NOTICED WAS THIS:
3. When eggs don’t turn out exactly the way you want them cooked, it is SIGNIFICANTLY disappointing.
…I mean really, really, really, ridiculously upsetting. (Said in Zoolander voice.)
Say you’re at Ihop and you order your eggs over easy, when they come back with the yolk cooked your stomach just drops. There’s this dramatic sense of loss, like breakfast is ruined! Hah. It’s kind of absurd.
This isn’t true with every food, and I know I’m not alone on this.
Maybe it’s because eggs have options and you specifically chose one.
Perhaps we associate eggs with happy childhood memories/special occasions so we get more excited about them, anticipate them more, and then combined with a specific expectation of how they’ll be we’re just destined to be exceptionally let down when they fail us.
That is all for now.
PS- I would like to thank my breakfast for inspiring me, and I would like to thank my stupid iPad for erasing this so I could write it twice.