Imagine going to get groceries in the Batmobile. New cars are digital assistants on wheels, they recognize you and come when you call them.
Unwanted sound is like junk mail for my ears. It can drag me down a rabbit hole of curiosity and completely dishevel my productivity.
Caring for your community by sharing resources like tools and skills makes you more economically stable. Sharing is caring.
My mirage was the magical thinking that got me through two years of pandemic disruption. Then poof, it was gone. This is my vibe shift.
After becoming a widow, 11 years single, and hooking up again during a raging pandemic, I have a whole new appreciation of being domestic.
I’m taking a vacation from weekly posts, putting my blog on hiatus for the growing season to explore my inner dirt and write in depth.
My storage space was my exit strategy. If things didn’t work out, I had another life in a box waiting for me to start over someplace else.