I kinda miss instagramming every day. I got in a really good groove there with the #selfcarediaries2017 series, especially toward the end of the year. But, as I told a friend tonight in an email, I’m in a very different place now, and to continue the series in the same format would have felt like holding on to a version of myself I was ready to molt out of. I’m an emotional hermit crab! Scuttle! To assuage the phantom ache, here’s a picture of something yummy I ate on Wednesday over a really great date.

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I laughed over this little masking tape warning the other night. A year ago – or even maybe four months ago – I would have written a beautiful, profound, and darkly depressing #selfcarediaries2017 caption to go alongside of this image. 😂😂😂 I guess I do enjoy a little melodrama every now and then… but learning not to wallow in misery, even when everything hurts, has been extremely healing for me. It’s kind of gross outside today, but I have a lot of lovely humans coming from all over town and even beyond to hug me and celebrate a new year with me tonight. There’s very little “not working” about my life right now, other than my sinuses. Those are definitely fucked.

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