I studied the part of my cultural identity map that is tricky; the part that brings up all the feelings.
I still managed to craft and micromanage so I could
"flex" a birthday aesthetic.
Words and thoughts surrounding anti-racism and public education.
Slowing down was HARD.
A version of me exists somewhere in the YouTube world. This is nuts.
A compare and contrast of March 2019 and March 2020.
We like each other a lot. Date nights are a non-negotiable.
Love and respect for anyone who rocks the grandma chic look, including my own grandma.
Once again, decluttering scammed me into giving up my precious time.
Memories of dad remain, even if his truck drove away.