Merely looking at something almost never causes change. Tourism is fun, but rarely transformative.
If it was easy, you would have already achieved the change you seek.
Change comes from new habits, from acting as if, from experiencing the inevitable discomfort of becoming.
Lately I’ve been catching up on My Mad Fat Diary and The Mindy Project. Aside from the coming-of-age entertainment (for the former) (and I suppose the latter as well, because even people in their thirties are still coming of age in many ways), and the banter that I look forward to at the end of each day, the two shows offer more than the laughter I hoped they would. This much shows aren’t needed to distract me from my post grad school interview nerves, but I can almost never resist a peek into the lives and minds of interesting characters.
Be warned: Spoiler alert.
These days I’ve been listening to Spotify radio stations of Andy Grammar’s Good To Be Alive, John Legend’s Everybody Knows, and Ella Henderson’s Ghost.
Twenty sixteen started out with breaking the one hundred thirty pound average weight (plus minus five, it settles on one twenty nine), relearning the novelty of gliding on ice, and feeling like the cool new kid that everybody wanted to get to know. It was clear and beautiful, like sunlit snowy days, and going to work feeling good about your clear, dewy skin. Keith Urban’s Somebody Like You. Buzzing, light energy.
But just around the corner was a sharp drop, and I fell. Predictably, I’m binge eating while watching Family Guy up to two in the morning. It’s been a terrible past few days, with the last straw being a phone call that was a welcome reality check, but emotionally exhausting (too exhausting) after a long day at work and class. I’m just tired these days, and needing to crawl into a shell and simply, be.
Happy 2016, all.
At last, I’ve evolved past the Sheldon (from Big Bang Theory Season 1) mitosis (as reproduction) phase into being more human, and maybe even more of a woman. Another shade from the spectrum of human emotion unlocked. What happened is that within the past days, I have joined those plagued by unrequited like. Not love, but like, and even if it’s lighter and not serious, it’s bothersome.
What’s Good At Trader Joe’s?
I’m a huge fan of the company, and I recently started working there as well, making it pretty convenient (too convenient) to peruse the aisles and buy groceries. I’ve been trying a good lot of their products so I figured that I might as well make product reviews. If anyone can make a happier or better purchase with their hard-earned money from the information here, great. Otherwise, yay for food.
Product reviews will be given one to five bells, and this is what they mean to me:
🔔 – Revolting. Stay away from it.
🔔🔔 – Terrible, with little redeeming qualities, but still doesn’t make the cut.
🔔🔔🔔 – It was okay. May or may not be worth the money.
🔔🔔🔔🔔 – Delicious, well-made, reasonably priced. I like it very much.
🔔🔔🔔🔔🔔 – The holy grail of TJ’s products. Stuff typifying my appetite’s idea of perfection which I will try not to hoard and secretly binge on. I’m curious about what might end up with five bells because if I were an english teacher, I might be the type that never gives a perfect essay score because nothing is perfect. But we’ll see!