My mom used to say "bloom where you're planted", which is good advice, but something that, laid bare on this Internet, I am obviously not great at. I'm going to go with "eat what grows in the side yard", especially broiled in olive oil and a little balsamic vinegar for acid and topped with sea salt and black pepper.
Every so often I'm stunned when I remember that I only really had my life planned up until "finish college", which happened nine months ago, and that I'm going to be kind of winging it from here on out. And sometimes I remember, if only for a fleeting moment, that this is my life, that I'm inside it, that while I can more or less do as I choose until I bite it, I am stuck doing those things as myself, as this brain in this body. The bad news: I am someone who, when things feel bad, they feel exceptionally, tragically bad. The good news: I am someone for whom a plate of perfectly seasoned vegetables is akin to rolling on ecstasy.
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