And Then I Get To Relax . . . — Donna Hopkins

When my perfectionistic fantasies run up against my real-world limitations, I find that I am unexpectedly free. Despite my best efforts, I really have very little control over how things will go, and I may as well make the best of things. Get on with life.

I’m soaking in the thoughts of Meditations for Mortals by Oliver Burkman and thinking to myself— what might be some good things to do with my time?

I tried to grow radishes, which it seems I have harvested too early as they are teeny tiny. I’m not sure they will ever qualify as part of a dinner salad, but they are enjoyable expressions of who I am. And that is enough.