Filling Lungs With Cornfed Goodness

This week was full of goodness, but it was busy. This summer has felt exhausting. Regardless of the exhaustion I feel, I find plenty of time for girly giggles. My friends are funny and natural, authentic storytellers. They're good girls. I am probably the sassiest of the bunch, but I have no kids, no dude, and no commitments outside of places I am committed to go to in advance. Over time, I have learned to pull back my spitfire and hold 98% of it in my head. Also, I do not keep a consistent schedule in the sense that I do different things every day.

On particularly busy weeks with sudden fire drills, like last week-I retreat to recharge. The brain can only process so many algorithms before it needs a solid break. Also, as much as I enjoy company, I am selective and occasionally encounter situations that make me question the progress and effective evolution of human beings. Thursday morning felt particularly frightening. I prefer to stay in safe places because, at middle age-I realize that life is far too short.

My paid homage to the cornfield was peaceful and full of simple surprises, such as wild flowers and pretty weeds. Afterward, I even checked myself into church to refill my veins and clean my mind.