Sometimes the days go by too quickly and the week still feels so long. Sometimes there are so many things to do, to buy, to watch, to finish, to start – that you walk around with your head only half in the moment and half fixated on an endless to-do list. Sometimes you are stressed, and you don’t even know why you’re stressed, because life is going just fine, but then you find yourselves reading articles online until you want to cry in the fetal position because everything you are eating will supposedly kill you, and every life choice you are making is wrong, and everyone seems to hate each other in the world, and it’s just too much. Sometimes you just can’t stop comparing your one life with the conglomerate curated best of other people’s lives and it will always come up lacking. Sometimes you are distracted by all this and you are running out the door to do one more thing on that infernal list, and then you look down. And you stop. And you see something beautiful, and fragile, and unexpected. And for some reason, it calms you, and you remember how incredibly blessed we are to live in this one wild, changing, frustrating, confusing, and beautiful world.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramPeak fall y’all. 🍂🍁Not to be confused with the epic fall Henry had on our steps upon returning from our perfect outing to Roosevelt island, after which he informed me through sobs, “THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDN’T GO PLACES!”ABOUT LAST NIGHT. 40 people. 60 donuts.* 2 massive pots chili. 2 pots cider. 9 years of making donuts on cold autumn nights with my people. *30 homemade and 30 purchased from Trader Joe’s but reheated and presented as homemade because NO SHAME IN MY DONUT GAME.