Megan's Story
Growing up in my neighborhood, at the time. Kids from all age groups still gathered in the yards to play, fight, learn and grow. There were many of us that were roughly the same age +/- a few years. There were mostly boys in our little neighborhood group, but there were a handful of girls in the neighborhood that would also come talk us into playing house and having tea parties. All but one lived at the end of the street. The one that didn’t. Her name was Megan.
Megan was a 5 year old girl with fiery red hair, liked to play hard and also really enjoyed torturing me and sabotaging whatever activity I was participating in. Megan would always make it a point to steal my baseball, glove and bat. Depositing them directly into the storm drains. Megan wasn’t just a neighborhood friend, rival or bully. We also had the same babysitter. She had plenty of practice learning where my buttons were and how she could push them.
She had an older sister, named Julie. I vividly remember watching Julie climb out of a window, reach for Megan and take her with her to freedom. Julie would make her way with Megan to my house and talk to my mother. My mother being the ultra-mom. Always making sure they had
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A calm moment that surprised me today
Today felt a bit overwhelming for no clear reason I didn’t feel bad exactly just mentally tired. So I went out for a short walk without really thinking about where I was going
I ended up sitting on a bench for a few minutes, watching people walk by I didn’t check my phone I didn’t listen to anything I just sat there
Nothing special happened but when I got up I felt lighter somehow It made me realize how rare it is to just pause without trying to be productive
Sometimes doing almost nothing is exactly what we need
Anyone else really bad at cooking?
I wouldn't say I'm bad at cooking usually because I can follow a recipe and do everything well enough. But whenever I have a day where I tell myself I'm just gonna throw something together... bro you don't wanna see that. It's not even lazy comfort food I just end up ruining my day eating bland food or food that make no sense to my taste buds. Starting to think this is a special ability of mine. I somehow mess up all the foods I make if you give me the necessary freedom. You would think I picked up on which seasonings go well with what in which kind of dishes by now but... no. Anyway all I'm trying to say is the rice with random herbs and overcooked chicken and peas I made wasn't so good. It didn't taste better when I tried to reheat it in too much (and too old?) oil today. Too broke to throw it away though ✌️.
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