In my ant-sized NYC apartment, there live two ravenously-hungry adults always in search of second helpings and snacks, alongside two beastly-appetited cats, each of whom weighs no more than four pounds yet somehow continue to crave wildebeest-sized meals (both frightening and impressive). So, how do I plan to continue to feed everyone a somewhat uncompromising diet during such apocalyptic events as the Corona outbreak? By remembering to use my brain to plan and buy balanced meals and not my emotions.
Guys. SEASONAL AFFECTIVE DISORDER IS LEGIT! I love winter, but this year is just out of control! Here in NYC, we have seen an unusually warm and rainy season. On the days when it is cold, it’s just that – cold! Where’s the snow? If I’m going to risk freezing to death, at least throw in some incentive for me to walk about smothered in blanket-sized scarves and thick-as-sheep sweaters.
I came across a BBC article this week over my morning coffee that brought me to tears, which, honestly isn’t that hard to do. But, this one was particularly emotional, because it’s something I talk about all the time and have experienced first-hand.
I’ve been avoiding this website for, well, years now! Why? Because the last two and half years have been almost too much to process. There has been so much change and such a deep dive into my own emotions that I haven’t wanted to face it, at least not publically. And, that’s not to say that it’s all been bad. In fact, most of what has crossed my path in the last few years has been pretty remarkable and, at the end of the day, incredibly rewarding.