This past weekend we went to a vegan food festival. I like vegan food and adopt some vegan yumminess into my everyday life. I ate vegan tacos and HOLY MOLY. My mind was blown. Who knew “chicken” could be so delicious?!
So the other day Jaryd and I had the opportunity to go have lunch by ourselves. Like a mini midday date. We decided on a place and were psyched to try something new. As we drove by the restaurant, it was PACKED. I mean, line out the door, cramped, scour for seating kind of packed. I had an unexpected urge of repulsion.
Yesterday was one of those days that I put on a huge college sweatshirt, and looked like a hot mess all day. You know what I’m talking about! If I was in my pre-parenthood life I would have stayed in bed all day and binge watched trashy shows. Instead I did probably the exact opposite of that, just with super oversized comfy clothes on. I felt fine. I was in good spirits. Just the whole getting dressed like an adult thang was not happening. Turns out, my kids could care less what I look like.
IT’S SPRING IT’S SPRING IT’S SPRING!!! It’s so weird how quickly it changed, and I’m sure we’ll go back and forth with cold days here and there but it’s spring!! I went for a run outside today, I even felt warm with my light jacket, I literally want to find a grassy knoll, run, and jump around. I have glimmers of sunshine, and beaches, and spraygrounds, and parks, and picnics, and farmer’s markets, and walks, and bike rides in my eye…
So let’s be honest here. I think this is a safe space. Five years ago I had absolutely no desire to eat or even try Brussels sprouts. They were not in my repertoire. To me, they were an item that crazy moms cooked and children dreaded. I mean, they looked completely unappetizing and I had no idea why anyone would choooose to eat them.