Here’s to life working in social media – it gets so overwhelming that personal accounts are forgotten.
While lying in fetal position on my green couch, I realized that I had made a promise to write more often about 4 months ago. What did I do? The exact opposite. The same goes for trying to do yoga every day or that time I almost got through the full 2 months with Insanity, only to start working days so long that working out became completely unappealing. Let’s just stop eating in order to stay in shape instead. There’s nothing like some self-induced eating disorders every now and then (just kidding, kids, eat your food like champions, and enhance your diet with candy).
Let’s take a collective deep breath and cross off today’s yoga session in unison. Inhale. Hold. Release. Good. Now let’s get to the real talk.
Geoffrey Chaucer said that all good things must come to an end. I’m sure the times he lived in were depressing, but oh boy, that’s half a sad mantra to live by. Only half sad, because on one hand it gives a sense of urgency to appreciate whatever goodness is happening, but on the other hand it’s depressing because why would you enjoy something that won’t last?
Those thoughts are pretty much all that’s going through my head right now. I’ve known that there is a possibility that this beyond incredible journey, and not good – but positively life changing thing is coming to an end. Time is flying with lightening speed, and before I know it, it’s time to start packing up the life I’ve worked so hard to build.
So while announcing that I’ll be leaving this city and moving to a new place that will encourage an expansion of my already excessively large tea assortment this summer – I want your main takeaway from this to be a warning that my personal social platforms are about to become obnoxious, and filled with what will one day be sweet nostalgia of the time in the city that made me someone I’m proud to be. And that I have a penchant for completely unnecessary run-on sentences. Life is good and all is good. Now pass over the tissues as every second is a second less in this giant piece of fruit.