I've done the work. I've done this before. I'll play the ball as it lies.
Maybe I was cool at some point, who knows? But I've hit the "Irrationally upset that those people are late on their HOAs dues" phase. WE DON'T DO FREE RIDES HERE.
Or maybe it just one person who walks around eating chicken as much as I run.
Yes, I've had a messy relationship with American football over the past decade. Whether it's concussions, Michael Vick, domestic abusers, rapists, violence de jour, or the backlash to Kaep, I've gone weeks and nearly entire seasons without watching a down. As a Vikings fan, well, let's say loyalist, I figured I hadn't missed too much.
After all, it's who you spend a lot of time with, so it's not like you need to be a high-level empath to have your primary companionship build you up or wear you down.
I looked up through the kitchen window just in time to see a piece of chicken go flying.
It’s funny because I almost had the word “feminist” tattooed where the snake is, but figured when I reached to shake someone’s hand, a snake would be greeted more warmly than a feminist.
"And the time will come when you see we're all one and life flows on within you and without you."
All the darkness sits outside of the table and the mirror, so even when the world's a mess, one could still see him or herself in the light.
But I didn't say anything because I used to be better at that.
“But he aimed it at me, not you, and because I am a woman, he felt he could get away with it.”
It’s okay to not be okay all the time. That’s what I want you to remember.
The root system became extra problematic that August morning.
Considering the dumpster fires we’ve all seen on social media, I’m not sure how deeply I could offend. I’ve seen everything from a dog fight to a man getting shot and killed on Facebook.
It’s beautiful in a confident, completely unapologetic way that makes just makes sense to me.
I contemplated kicking him in the Nathan Sack.
Sometimes I bring her out in the kitchen while I’m cooking so she can stare at me like she used to.
Whatever level of comfort or discomfort you’ve accustomed yourself to, nothing seems too terrible when you remember it could always be worse.
I guess I am uniquely hard on my feet.
And even though I’m far from what many folks would consider a “good” runner, I’m a consistent one.