On Serving (Not in the Cool Gen Z Way)
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
Enough time has passed that I’ve been able to successfully reclaim sandwiches.
Did I really have to keep shrinking myself? Does it even matter that my friends get uncomfortable?
Even I am not enough of an instruction fundamentalist to get a measuring cup out while cleaning the toilet.
What was sweet about the past two years?
I hate ants for their determination and fearlessness.
Faithful for a hundred years, faithful to me, faithful beyond me.
Would you eat a damp dish sponge if it was breaded, baked, and dipped in ketchup?
It was a relief to set aside my to-do list to just be.
I was eating Flavor Blasted Extra-Cheddar Goldfish while basking in the sun and having the best moment of my week.