C’est la vie || Little bits of things
This two-desks-in-a-row thing is likely a problem, right?
Over-achieving much?
Not exactly a good “build it and they will come” move. One can’t write big thoughts when one can’t reach the desk.
This two-desks-in-a-row thing is likely a problem, right?
Over-achieving much?
Not exactly a good “build it and they will come” move. One can’t write big thoughts when one can’t reach the desk.
Though I have but been upon this earth
for two dozen years and one day,
my appetite doth act out
as if nineteen of those years did not count.
For, to my tongue, stomach and heart,
the chicken fingers are truly the best delight.
The sweet, juicy inside,
fried, crispy outside,
a boat of honey mustard, ranch or ketchup……on the side.
What poultry dish could maintain the affection
of one girl for so many years?
But one: the fingers of the chicken.
(Not to be confused with chicken nuggets. That’s a whole other animal.)
(Figuratively speaking. Of course. Because a chicken is just one animal. A chicken.)
(OK bye. )
The word studio makes my home sound so artsy. A creative haven. The locale of a literary salon.
Sadly, this tour won’t be even remotely prestigious.
Nor is it a full-fledged tour. Per se. The kitchen and bathroom don’t even make an appearance.
Basically, I’m telling you this entire post is one big misleading disaster.
I should probably just call it a day, and give it another go tomorrow.
However, what would be the fun in that?
Our trip planning, Google document hadn’t a title.
Thinking of “famous” road trips, the first image that came to mind was the illustrious travel scene in The Muppet Movie. (You know the one.)
Hence my document title: Road tripping like Kermit and Fonzie.
The only thing…
Emily: “Ooh, I like it. We now have a theme song! “Moving Right Along.” So are you Kermit or Fozzie (not Fonzie 😉 )”
(Life lesson: When in doubt and clearly ignorant about proper Muppet names…just go with it!)
Would you change anything if you could go back in time?
If you could turn around and look your past self in the eyes, what would you tell that version of you?
Would you tell them to step lightly? Or plow ahead with abandon?
Would you correct the course of past mistakes and change the outcome, or let the event unfold exactly as it did before?
Do you have regrets?
Do you find yourself looking in the (metaphorical) rear view mirror, wondering what you missed?