"What was the happiest moment of your life?"
"When I turned 30."
"I just felt like I’d made it through the crap."
"You’re putting Lush on your blog? What is this, 2012?"
*Seriously though, in love with this makeup remover (like everyone else on the planet.
A couple of charts about Florida by Sarah L.
Lately I’ve been gravitating towards Florida-related things to include buying a lime green bath mat that features a large hibiscus leaf on it. But, I’ve still never been to a Waffle House (they s c a r e me) so…
Just had an American client call the office with a few vague questions and his accent sounded foreign to me (?!) and his candor made me feel tense, which it totally shouldn’t have. Can I undo the Britishization of Sheryn? Seriously.
Yesterday I specifically requested that my gravy (??) be poured all over (!!) my roast dinner (??!!!). And then I enjoyed my Yorkshire pudding!
But but but, to me this also means that I have capacity to change, so if I just insert myself in settings which will encourage the kind of change I actually want, then good things will follow… right? That’s comforting to me. I mean, no version of “me” from even a few years ago would have put gravy all over my plate (only on the mash! and now look - I’m not even mad there is no mash!). I should remember that when I think of my goals in life - "I changed my gravy preferences - anything is possible!"
This has been a blog post in which a roast dinner is a metaphor for self-actualization. Thank you.