I had a dream the other night that I broke a tooth and found a secret compartment in it. It was empty when I found it, but wondered after I woke up did my dream-self ever keep anything in there?
I’m not sure what this means, but I have also been told lately while at work that I look sad. Well, this only happens when I am at one spot at work where I am alone, except for the occasional customers of course. I want to scream that I am not sad when they say this, because I’m not, I am usually bored and feel useless and spacing out or something. I wonder if the shape of my moustache affects what people see. I also wonder after they say this if I stood there with a huge smile on my face at all times would that make a difference or would it be extremely creepy.
I was at a club a couple weeks ago when a dancer (yes, that kind of club) came up to me & Dean to maybe make small talk or something. I don’t know.
Dancer: Are you guys meeting friends? Me: No. Dancer: Maybe later? Me: No.
Now I wasn’t sure if English was his second language or maybe it was just loud, but he walked away & I thought the whole exchange was weird.
Apparently, Dean told me a few minutes later, the dancer actually asked, “Are you having fun?” To which I answered, “No.” Trying to be nice I guess he said, “Maybe later?” And of course I replied, “No.”
“It may seem simple, but making your bed is quietly one of the most important daily rituals a person can have. I promise, it will change your life. I know that sounds like hyperbole, but it’s not. Those of you who already do it know exactly what I mean.
First and foremost, making your bed forces you to get out of it. That’s not necessarily a small feat, especially if you’re suffering from depression. Not only are you out of bed, but you can’t get back in. It’s a line of demarcation that officially starts your day.
More than that, though, it’s a ceremonial act of respect for oneself. It’s a deliberate measure of control that you can always take, even when the rest of your life is complete and utter chaos.
Do it. Every damn morning. It only takes a minute, but it will have a cascading effect that subtly improves everything else about the rest of your day, right up to the moment when you get to crawl back in to a well made bed at night.
When I think of all the truly successful people I’ve known in my life, the ones who really have their shit together, all of them — every last one — routinely make their beds every single morning. This is not a coincidence.”—Dear Coquette: On making your bed
I decided to let the url for my food blog Two Coast Table expire last week. I just don’t have the time to devote to a food blog, hadn’t updated it in months, & was also just bored of it. I was thinking all about this while I was at work yesterday. I was thinking about why I wanted to start the blog in the first place: to get free food. Seriously. The second thing I thought about was that I wanted to blog to share food, recipes, and my photographs with people that enjoyed them. The final thing I loved about food blogging was challenging myself to cook or bake stuff I’ve never done before. I learned that I really love baking and think about three years ago when I was applying to culinary art school (ultimately deciding I couldn’t afford it). I wonder if I just sucked it up and tried to figure out a way to do it would I be somewhere completely different right now.
On my break, after all that thinking, I wrote a list of 18 things I wanted to try baking and continuing to challenge myself in the kitchen. Here’s the complete list of the first 18 things I thought of baking.
molasses spice cookies
chocolate raspberry torte
lemon meringue pie
sea salt caramel gelato
I’ll keep coming back to update this list as I make my way through it.
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