Birthday Suitcase

Doesn’t everyone pack naked?

I’m packing for my birthday trip that I keep forgetting is my birthday trip bc I’m deliciously old.
And I guess birthdays used to be about getting stuff that I thought I needed or wanted, or stuff I thought I was supposed to need or want.
Or stuff that I was conditioned to need and want because maybe it was never about me,
and this is why I never knew who I was all those years.

If you keep adding stuff on top of nothing, the nothing is still there.
It’s just hiding underneath the fancy coat.

Doesn’t everyone wax philosophical naked?

Turns out finding yourself is the hardest and scariest thing you will ever do,
until you’ve found her.

And then the best gift of all is that you get to feel so much peace and truth and wholeness. You get to look behind you at the long and winding road it took to get to where you are
thank the pain – and the people who caused it – for forcing you out of your costume.

You give more grace. You love harder and better,
even if it means you’re loving less people now.

I know so many of you are going through a change right now.
Going somewhere you never thought you’d have to go.
It’s scary. It’s unknown. It’s new.
But you’re walking that path anyway
and that’s what we call Brave.

I promise you it’s worth it.
And I’m here with a flashlight to walk with you if you need me.

I love you.

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True Crime

There is so much chatter around the Danny Masterson case. About who or what may or may not have supported him during and after his choices. About the church of scientology and their role in it.
We’re questioning celebrities we thought we trusted. We’re reading and analyzing transcripts. We’re debating what is just and what is not.
But that’s far from what needs the most attention and nurturing.

I typed this into my phone on my Peloton this morning.

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Passport Prison

If you haven’t heard, we’re in a bit of a global passport crisis. Sounds like high class problems and it so very much is compared to literally anything else going wrong in our world right now. But, it’s a thing. And it’s a big one.

If you are trying to travel anytime in the next… 10 years?… and you either don’t have a passport or lost your passport or your current passport is expired or any other reason a passport is a thing that you require…
then you are in a bit of a passport pickle jar, my love.

But maybe I caught you in time because I just got out of passport prison.
And now I will tell the tale of how it was possible.

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Righting The Writing

Are we still saying meta?

This is me writing about writing, call it what you want.

It’s no surprise (or shouldn’t be if you know me and / or anything about psychology) that my life has had an underlying theme of silently pleading for acceptance and the strong desire to just be understood. I’m not alone or unique in that; I think that’s what we all want at the end of the day, right?

To be accepted.

To be understood.

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Busy Day Slow Cooker Pulled Chicken

This has been my go-to dinner for those times when I’m gone all day but still wanna come home to a home cooked, delicious meal. Or maybe my fridge is a little barron from the busy week… It’s almost too simple to share, but I need to get over that part of myself. I’d share more things on here if I wasn’t thinking everything needed to be monumentally mind-blowing.

That’s just dumb and I’m aware. Working on it.

Here’s the IG reel exhibiting precisely how easy it is : Everyday Champagne on Instagram

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Tears for Tears

You know the idiom, crocodile tears? It’s used to refer to someone who cries for reasons like grief or guilt, but doesn’t truly feel those things. Someone, showing literal tears or not, who’s pretending to feel something in order to manipulate the situation in some way. It dates back to the 13th century after crocodiles were observed eating their prey with tears in their eyes as they did it. So the implication was that the crocodile was performing the ultimate act of pain onto another while their outward expression showed remorse. Essentially, shedding hypocritical tears. There’s even a human condition with this behavior called Bogorad’s Syndrome, or Paroxysmal Lacrimation, a.k.a Crocodile Tears Syndrome in which people uncontrollably cry while they’re eating. It’s believed to be caused by a misdirection of what should be saliva to lubricate and facilitate the chewing, to the tear ducts instead.

Almost every animal produces tears, even that crocodile… or they produce what we humans recognize as tears – some sort of liquid stemming from the eyeball region. An exception to this are rabbits, goats, all aquatic mammals, and elephants… all whom don’t even have tear ducts. The elephant is a surprising one on that list because a lot of images show them with watery eyes. But what looks like crying on an elephant is actually their body having evolved to steal water based liquid from their third eyelid to do things like protect the eye from debris or the climate. And while having a third eyelid to me sounds like a kickass superpower, we humans and most primates are some of the only creatures to not have them anymore. Fun fact, though – that tiny, pink part of the corner of your eye? That is actually the remnant of what once was a third eyelid. We just evolved to not need one anymore, but that little pink thing is all that’s left of it. It’s vestigial, meaning it’s a thing that we still have that no longer serves its original purpose, like our appendix or our tailbone, or all my underwired bras.

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