Most of you had sad lives, I bet. On a TV show once–it might have even been reality TV–I watched a homeless family huddled around a metal, on-fire barrel eating heels of stale bread and scraping day-old cheese off the lids of pizza boxes for dessert. 615 more words
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You’re closer than you think to your perfect life, and you can change more than you think to get there.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying an exercise from one of Martha Beck’s books (sadly, I can’t remember which one): spend ten minutes per day thinking, in great sensory detail, about your perfect life. 598 more words
I will never be able to understand those casual, yet perfect people, who have mastered the art of messy chic. These are the people who instinctively know how to drape material over a curtain rod for a casually elegant look, who can literally throw a “throw” on the back of a chair or sofa and have it look like it was casually dropped by someone who had wandered off to do something noble and erudite, or to my great despair, those who have mastered the messy bun. 522 more words
My day was full of sick dogs, check ups, rechecks and goat advice. Nothing I couldn’t handle, the hardest part of my day didn’t even start until I got off work. 538 more words