Hello, Sunday.
Ugh. I’ve reached the point where when people ask me how I am, I say ‘busy.’ I hate that, and for some time I banished that from my reality when I moved from Chicago over two years ago, but somehow it’s crept back in. Much is due to tennis, which we’re winding down here for the summer a bit, but three leagues was admittedly too much. That, plus the fact that I’ve been on at least one trip a month since December had tapped my energy and my bank account. Looking forward to laying low as I stare down August, with a low key birthday time, and a casual trip to see Biscuit in Guelph (which, I’m really pumped about!). Otherwise, it’ll be nice to re-introduce myself to Crawley, who no doubt has forgotten a little bit about who I am.
Finishing this weekend celebrating love and friends with a wedding, and family with a birthday brunch for my Irish twin. Breakfast pizza, I’ve got it.
Here’s what I got for your Sunday morning read, so grab some coffee, consider your own breakfast pizza, and put those feet up.
My name is Chrissy and I have PCOS. This is my story.
If you go to The Netherlands, please eat these and send me a pic, k?
Knitting as a means of spying? True story.
Kind bars are trying to revolutionize food labeling. It’s doing a pretty good job of it.
Choose gratitude. It’s good for your brain!
As someone who ONLY goes to Disney without children…sigh. When people are bitter about their life choices.
When your family is transformed by Fox News.
Yo, CLIMATE CHANGE. Exhibit 1,000,000,000.
In a world of constant criticism…how to get thicker skin.
Have a great week!
