In honor of today being the first day of Portland’s composting initiative, I present a fantastic clip from Portlandia!
I’m lying in a warm bath, eating nacho cheese Doritos and playing on my iPhone. The only way this could get better is if every inch of my body wasn’t screaming in pain. Oh, 50K, why must you be so abusive?
It’s not cute:
Okay, it’s kind of cute, in a girls-chasing-boys-on-the-playground sort of way. Annoying as hell, but cute.
(I’ve made it through 10 days of grey skies and rain. Do I get a prize for not hopping into my car and fleeing to Southern California?)
The thing I’m struggling with most right now is the idea that I don’t have to be what I’ve always been. I’ve felt restricted by expectations – always – and in moving to Portland, I wanted to entertain the possibility that by giving myself some distance from the environments that nourished those expectations, I could more firmly root myself in the soil of authenticity.
Unearthing that authenticity is proving to be a difficult process…