In love - It’s no secret that my latest preferred vehicle for food delivery is the taco but very recently, I’ve fallen back in love with egg sandwiches. I’ve been making them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner (with fresh sourdough bread please) and slathering them with sriracha. Add a handful of salad greens and you’ve got your veggies too. Also, I’ve rediscovered my love for audiobooks and am currently listening to Career of Evil whilst I run. Listening to books is easier than trying to read while running and less distracting (read: less chances of me falling off the treadmill).
On consumption - Never have I been more aware of the amount of things I buy and own than the past few months. Even more than inventorying the amount of stuff I have, it’s about how buying things makes me feel. I’ve loaded and unloaded virtual shopping carts dozens of times and have not yet been regretful of not making a purchase. My last non-food purchase was a $5 ball cap that I got at Tractor Supply to commemorate my first visit to B’s favourite store. If you can believe it, it’s the only souvenir that I purchased on our road trip through Texas Hill Country last week and I’ve already gotten my money’s worth. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to go all KonMari on y’all.
Out of the bubble - My allergies are the worst that they’ve been in a decade. This may or may not be attributable to the fact that up until this spring, I’ve typically been surrounded by concrete and buildings rather than blooming wildflowers and freshly cut grass. This year alone, I think I’ve spent more time outdoors than I have in the previous three in Dallas. I went on a bicycle ride this past weekend for the first time in ages and couldn’t fully enjoy it, despite the balmy weather, because of the faceful of pollen I got during the eight mile ride. I had to hide out inside the house while everyone else lounged poolside until I got my sneezing and itching under control.
On writing - I’ve been completely derelict in my writerly duties, except for the weekly haikuesday tweets. During my week off, I scribbled incoherent and disjointed thoughts on paper but can barely read my own handwriting, looking back on it. Maybe it’s because I’m physically pooped and the need to write doesn’t arise due to exhaustion. Or perhaps it’s because so many of my old blogger friends have gotten busy living and don’t visit as often anymore. In any case, I feel as though I’ve been neglectful and am trying to find the right balance between writing more and writing intentionally. There may be some rambling that finds its way on to this space and possibly some nuggets of gold as well. As with all things, time will tell.