I have no words to truly describe the absolute wild ride that has been 2025 so far, so I’m not going to even bother. Instead I’m going to quietly accept that it is somehow already March and just move on. It is Sunday afternoon as I sit and write this. Sundays are typically my day
This story begins with an absolutely hideous bush. Specifically, an absolutely hideous bush that lived in front of my house. I can’t fully explain why, but I hate this bush. I’ve hated it since I bought the house but I didn’t have the energy to actually deal with it until recently. For over a month
I have, admittedly, been on the struggle bus when it comes to finding what my own personal “new normal” looks like. You’d think that after a year of adapting to all the fun new buzzwords that I personally can’t wait to never hear again. These include (but are not limited to): Social Distancing, Quarantine, Lockdown,
Somewhere With Regret 