@Thatslifekid suggested a purge challenge which I think started today. I’m all about purging. And I’m all about fire. So I did a purge fire. Evidence here:
What did I burn you ask? This is probably the dull part at first glance. Probably at second glance too. But I did lots of thinking while I was attempting to burn my purge. Magazines don’t burn so well. I also lost interest, so I have many more to burn. Burning is therapeutic for me and I’m sure I’ll require more therapy this week.
Anyhow. Cooking Light and Southern Living magazines were the purge today. No point in ever having these subscriptions, I can assure you. I don’t read magazines. Really not my thing. I rarely used a single recipe out of either magazine and I am the least southern living person on the planet. These subscriptions were from a different time in my life, and I’m not going back there. Don’t need any person or magazine telling me that I’m not good enough or not doing something right. And that’s that.
The only reason I got these magazines was because a friend started one of those infernal home businesses. What is it with women in their 30′s and 40′s starting home businesses. Egads. I went to her introductory parties, bought some dust collecting stuff that was pretty but never suited my lifestyle and my people in it. And somehow got these stupid magazines. I opened them in the beginning. Looked at photos of pretty gardens and organized kitchens. Things that definitely went with this friend of mine and her life, but so didn’t go with mine.
I went to her teas and Christmas cookie exchanges and Friday evenings with chocolate martinis. I enjoyed her wardrobe of flowered capri pants and twinsets. Then I started going to school and didn’t have time or money for coffee dates and lunches. Or inferiority, for that matter. And she removed me from her mailing list, thank you very much. I was upset for a while.
But now I’m not. Because I’ve been hanging with some other friends of mine. People who don’t care what I wear. Don’t even care that I may disappear for a while. People whose company makes me feel good, with whom laughter is far more important than anything else.
This is all just another step in my new life of choosing what I do and who I do it with. (or “with whom I do it” for you people who care about the proper fork and grammar and stuff)
what seems like a terrible twist of fate
is sometimes the best thing
and sometimes the best thing
turns out to be a miserable lie
#npm kinda like a poem
Also the bread disaster (and it really seemed like a disaster) looks and smells fantastic.
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