It's just me. Again.

We enjoy fresh food and occasionally buy more produce than we can actually eat in a week. Bananas are never on that list, however. No matter how many we buy we always seem to need more. It happens like this: I'm walking in the produce section with the wobbly cart that keeps veering left ... I've got my list, I'm checking it twice when I see the big sign that says "these are yummy and you should buy two!". So I do (because who wants to fight the sign?) and before we know it a week has gone by and we haven't even touched the yummy two-fers. Sadly, we've thrown away more produce than I'd like to list. You'd think we had a slew of pigs out back and were insistent they eat organic and what's "in season". Inevitably something goes bad before we get around to preparing/using it in a meal or for whatever it was intended. I guess this is where meal planning would come in handy. This morning when I realized the bag of lemons we bought we...

Frantic. This feeling is linked to just about every season of my life. The questions that tumble, the path I think I should be walking on, the choices that I wish I hadn't made, and the hurried beat of my heart as I race through the should-haves, what-ifs, and the I-just-wish-I-knew's. I'm ready to do this differently. There's this feeling that I don't really belong here. In this space. And I humbly walk around with my head down as if I'm borrowing your spot for a minute and will be out of your way as quick as possible. But it also resides with this feeling that if I were truly myself.... like ... REALLY myself ... I would be so loud and obnoxious that all my friends would disappear. But what's funny is while I'm terrified to have fun and be the Crazy I know I am, I absolutely LOVE being around the Crazy I know you are. One of my best friends recently did a "birthday dance" for me ... just this silly little 3 second jig ... and it was proba...