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I’m updating where I look for relief in life. It doesn’t force optimism. It doesn’t drain me financially or push for days of self care. I’m just tapping my brain and pointing when something feels a little bit good. And right now, I’ll take it.
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I’m deprived (gladly, though they were delicious) of salted roasted peanuts and seasoned pistachios. Instead, I’ve been spent nearly six years mixing it up. Literally. I’ve tried it all… roasted edamame, every type of chocolate, a million forms of seeds. Finally, I think I’ve found the formula.
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There’s a beautiful aloneness out on a walk or hiking in the woods. There’s a special type of solo at home reading. But the Self Date is my favorite. It’s a gorgeous thing to to give yourself a solo experience – just you. What a romance it is to love and treat yourself!
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Looking ahead, I wonder what is next. Will our jalapeño plants produce a few more peppers? Will we get a warm start to autumn? Will I find a job? I’m not sure of any of it, but I relish being in the in-between.
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I thrive in a space where I can drop boundaries. A place where I can let go. Cooking, eating, sharing… it’s simple, no matter how intricate the attempted product. It feels so easy. Just like my queerness.
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If there is one thing I’ve learned in my 26 years it’s this: it is way too easy to plan your life around lessening the size of your body. Way too easy to make shrinkage part of the Terms & Agreements for adventure and excitement and living.
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I’m missing, just a bit, the spring nights we’d walk to our favorite bar, sit out on the patio at our favorite restaurant, and pop out for coffee before our Sunday farmers market. I miss Rochester, folks. I knew I would. But here we are, and I’m having serious FOMO.
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There’s something special about island time and the way it offers freedom. I’ve spent my whole life, just like you probably have, face to face with a barrage of dialogue around *Beach Bodies*. Yeah yeah, whatever. I know.
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I closed out my time in the valley with a creemee, THE one and only VT name for what others might call soft-serve. Dark chocolate and maple swirl with maple sugar crunchies. I almost skipped it to get on the road sooner. And goodness gracious am I glad I didn’t.
The Noshers Nest 