s p o r t i n g m y n e w c h i n a

I got that first thing in the morning phone call you know, that no one wants to hear and that serves no good purpose, the bad energy phone call questioning your every choice and decision, but that's in reality about the frustrations of the caller and not you, the callee. It's hard to shake afterward, you're left insecure and unjustified, eager to get on with your day. You halt and falter, there's a bad taste in your mouth, and your resolutions seem petty and useless. I offer no profound solution to this, no self help or mantra, but the little things help, the little everyday high quality options. Have a really good breakfast (and take pictures of it). Play that song your best friend sent you that cheers you up (thanks Karol!). Brush your teeth really well and floss. Make the bed. Put on a stupid TV show that you secretly - or not so secretly - enjoy watching (I offer no links here). Make a face mask. Stretch. And get on with your life.

They will never get to you.

(Does my breakie look funny to you? Rosehip soup with cottage cheese, crisp bread with egg and veggie caviar, tomatoes. Delicious.)