Words can’t even really express how excited I am about this post. I remember the first time I visited Angela Liddon’s beautiful, bountiful blog Oh She Glows – the photography, inventive recipes, and honest writing hooked me immediately. Angela has a unique way of making vegan food approachable and inviting to people of all diets, including the most enthusiastic carnivores (I should know – I live with one!).
It’s been a while since my body told me, definitively, that I need to slow down and take a breath. I finally reached that point last Wednesday.
In the midst of a comically stressful week, my body succumbed to one of the worst colds I’ve ever had. It felt as though I had been hit by the sickness bus. My head hurt, my back hurt, my body ached, my nose itched, and my sneezes were so intense that I saw my dog’s entire body jump with each expulsion, as though levitating from the energy coming from my mouth.
Every moment I spent vertically made me feel worse. My body forced me to slow down, sleep a ton, and finally watch Frozen. Totally worth all the hype, by the way.
I do. I’ve gotten to know the muffin man all-too-well over the past few months. It’s become embarrassingly clear that when I’m stressed, I go to the muffin man. He is my zen, apparently.
Sure, I love eating muffins, but I think it’s the process of making muffins that really feels therapeutic: you don’t need a mixer, you don’t need fancy ingredients, but you get to see these little blobs of dough grow SO TALL in the oven. It’s like magic. I also like to sprinkle on some sparkling sugar to make the magic even prettier.
With the exception of the occasional margarita accompanied by chips and salsa, or a colorful martini when I’m feeling fancy (/want to pretend I’m Carrie Bradshaw), I’m pretty much a wine or beer girl.
That was the case, at least, until this fall when my friend Emily introduced me to Big Gingers. Oh my lanta – sweet, tart, fizzy, boozy perfection.
I had a Facebook nightmare last week. Like an actual terrifying dream while sleeping. About Facebook. This makes me feel like a total crazy person.
To understand the horror, you must know that I used to journal every night in high school. I’ve since learned that journaling is not a positive, helpful, or healthy activity, but in high school I was all about writing down all my feelings, and teenagers have a LOT of feelings. Feelings for days. Pages and pages and pages of feelings.
