Multi-tasking can be a pain.
A big phat one.
Similar to the gnawing* pain that currently lives in my ribcage from attempting all sorts of crazy sh*t, as my yoga teacher so aptly put it.
Then an image like that of Ms Issa working a cooking party for one pops up, reminding me little pleasures is where its at, where I should direct my gaze whenever I’m out of breath.
More of my jams as of late:
Serene hummingbird killing me softly with beaker/breakfast tray inspiration; WHAT?!
30 seconds to kill aka a stream of consciousness, the perfect elevator backdrop I’m
stealing using one day.
Hidden Orchestra; my constant companion, I’m not kidding when I say this is the soundtrack to everything
* a gross exaggeration, its more a tickle at this point.