I did a 'love inventory' recently, a thing that sounded hokey and had me rolling my eyes, and came from of-all-places an Oprah book (insert judgey skeptical face here). I realized my inventory was woefully lacking. Not just in a not-very-diverse way, but in a nope-nothing-to-see-here way.
"I deserve a love pantry bursting with quality inventory!" I yelled from the rooftop.
The birds looked at me as though I was going to get red-carded for annoying their peaceful morning.
"well, i do" I muttered under my breath, lightly kicking a small pebble across the terrace, slightly abashed, but no less convinced.
The birds looked at me as though I was going to get red-carded for annoying their peaceful morning.
"well, i do" I muttered under my breath, lightly kicking a small pebble across the terrace, slightly abashed, but no less convinced.