A common thing I hear whenever I tell someone I'm on a diet is, you're skinny already, why do you want to lose weight?! Well. I've always wanted to be the skinniest person alive and perhaps break a Guinness record. Not really. I do want to say that sometimes, though.
This year, my kitchen has gone from being an avoided acquaintance to therapist and valued friend. It hasn't always been this way, though. I would tell people I only cooked the basics, because honestly, ain't nobody got the time to cook. You'd barely see me messing in it.
Freedom's implication is that it must come at a price. And the result should be, well, freedom, right?
As I sit in this coffee shop, I'm making an effort to pull up the memory archives and look at everything that I've gone through these past 6 months. Half a year. What have I learned? What do I wish had been different? Was I fearful? Was I judgmental? How has the journey been so far?
Maybe it was watching the news too much. Maybe it was my worrier nature, or the high crime rate in this city, or maybe it was my husband's cautious words that flooded my psyche and drowned me in a sea of fearfulness and anxiousness.
We live in a society where science is not the enemy of faith; more like Target, Facebook and The Walking Dead.
I think the plan of having no plans should be quickly adopted by those seeking a slower pace of life,...