
I didn’t realize this man was getting his feirce on with me
Pursuing multiple passions and interests in a balanced manner is something I’m constantly working at. Compartmentalizing my career and extracurriculars is good to a certain degree because I don’t feel static, but life isn’t tidy so one box inevitably spills on to the others. Is perfect balance achievable? Not really. Still, I’d rather get as close to it as possible because the opposite is just too dreadful. I mean when you get down and jiggy with it, as long as you’re persevering towards something that’s life affirming, then even if outcomes are uncertain, running into some major ugglliiees is still minimized. (Mind you, there’s really a fine line between caution and cowardice; informed risk and gambling)
Perfect anything doesn’t really exist. There’s this chia muffin at le pain quotidien that comes dayum close to the perfect muffin, but even baked goods are unpredictable. Seriously, I was so furious one time when they gave me an anorexic muffin with practically no dates in it. So now I make it a point to be hyper-friendly to the wo/man behind the counter so I can hand pick the muffin I want without rubbing him/her the wrong way.
How-e-to the-ver, I had the most hilarious experience that taught me how acceptance of imperfection shouldn’t be an excuse for accepting the status quo, giving up, and maintaining a closed mind. Listen, for the longest time, I refused to wear tshirts because the fit was never right so I just always claimed not to have the body for it. Then Sexy White Shirt comes along and sends me two of the best fitting shirts I’ve met in my life. So there. I have what I wanted. I had to wait (and we all know how patience can be a biatch) but it was worth it.






















I guess I wouldn’t mind having my face painted on the cover either. If the Russian tzars approved, then why not? It makes for easy identification.










































