fuel
Nia looks in the mirror and gently pats sodium-induced eye bags. “We’re not gonna make it to Mars on pizza and beer.”
“It was so yuhhh-meee —” Thalia’s tone is sluggish, “thoooo.”
“Nice job with today’s image…” Calliope points to crumbs of possibility. “All-or-nothing is not required… We simply experienced a moderation misstep.”
The lesson I have learned is that there is no substitute for paying attention.
~Diane Sawyer
It is in our nature to forget.
~Unknown
A note from LoveLetterist:
For almost two weeks
meals, ingredients, and prep
went off like clockwork.
Was it the excitement of a new washing machine? (It's the bomb!)
Or, the fact that there was finally a break in constant cloud cover?
Dunno. 🤷🏻♀️
But last night take-out pizza was on the table and my self-control was nowhere to be found.
Sometimes
we
have
to
feel
a
bump
to
remember
how
awesome
staying
on
track
feels?
“Rocket Man.” A definite blast from the past. Any chance you wire tapped my sentimental jukebox??
I’m chagrined to say I just realized your art today derived from a slice of last night’s pizza.🤦🏽🤷🏼♂️ I saw the shapes that resembled thin slices of mushrooms. Then, too, they also resembled the aftermath of the Andromeda Galaxy blasting through our Milky Way, creating a huge release of energy and forming a new galaxy for good measure. But don’t worry, that isn’t likely to occur for billions of years from now. (From Samantha Clark’s fascinating book The Clearing)
And the small leaves? Basil? And fresh mozzarella? Somehow that doesn’t square up with my sense of Nathaniel’s tastes. Then again...
A “moderation misstep?” Cal is getting funnier by the day.
I like Diane Sawyer’s comment. Dovetails nicely with be here now and practicing presence.
I forget what I wanted to say next. 🤭