One for the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. Chances are they did something stupid you spent several weeks of your time and talent judging them for it.
“We live in a world of rice made from chickpeas. The sky is the limit.”
Much like my post-graduate education, I am paying for this thing that I don’t use all that much.
How many of these cardio classes do I have to endure before my depression is cured?
“Oh, did you have a cheat meal?”
Nope, I was eating my feelings. Loyalty had nothing to do with it.
I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.
I think I’m happy.
Cooking Tip: Wine is gluten-free, vegan, and doesn’t contain nuts.
Applying for jobs as a liberal arts graduate is essentially asking yourself if you are qualified to do more than make lattes for just above minimum wage.
On a scale of 1-fail, how is this month going for you?