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Feeling super nostalgic after watching this talk.
I found myself skimming through my Vimeo queue at chicken o’clock in the morning, and started watching a CreativeMornings talk by Mr. McFeely with my daughter (well, I was watching it, she may have been pooping at the time). At any rate, I started making connections between what I watched as a kid and my current philosophies on Life.
I’d expound on just what those philosophies are, but that’s not the point of this post. I thought I’d grown up and formed a deep, profound outlook on Life that was forged by sleepless nights and life-changing experiences during my many years on this planet. Turns out I believe I the same things I did back when unicorns and Santa were still real.
I feel like I’ve wasted a few decades of my life. I should have never stopped being a kid… I mean, what’s the point of being a “grown up?” We do boring things and waste an inordinate amount of time doing the opposite of what we want.
I think I’ll dust off my old to do list from when I was eight. First up on the list, “change the world.”
Should be easy enough.
Always know whether you’re learning or earning. If you’re learning, then it’s worth it. If you’re not, you better be earning … Otherwise you’re just wasting time.
Forgot how much I love this song.
Wake up you’ve got a lot of things to do / Wake up the sun is rising without you
I have this theory that all Canadians are incredibly chill. One day I shall travel north to test said theory, but for now…
I need a CreativeMornings within driving distance. Seriously— someone in Austin or Houston needs to work on this.
When I was a kid I had a room this color. I begged my parents to paint my room pink, and then immediately hated it. I couldn’t say it at the time (as my pride wouldn’t let me admit I made a poor color choice), but it made me nauseous because it reminded me of Pepto Bismol.
It’s taken me years to get over my aversion to pink and embrace it as part of the color spectrum again.
I figure October’s as good a month as any to dive back into the softish hue I embraced so whole-heartedly in my early years. How could anyone hate pink after hearing what it means to someone like Nancy Brinker.
Made me smile. Hope it does the same for you.
All it took was a recipe so easy even I couldn’t mess it up. Add butter at the end and sprinkle a little cinnamon and sugar and BAM— awesome pretzel-y goodness.
Now that I’m over my fear of yeast (long story) no recipe is off limits! Mwahaha! Mwahahahaha…
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Sorry. Too much sugar.
Your head will collapse / If there’s nothing in it / And you’ll ask yourself…
