Life’s little lessons; aka self-help
Triscuits have a distinct pattern that appears woven at first. Yet if you look more closely, the wheat strands aren’t criss-crossed at all, just layered on top of each other in a parallel fashion and crimped for texture. Biting into a Triscuit against the grain creates crumbs; biting with the grain creates none.
There are things I wish I could do better. One of them is blowing my hair out with a round brush, and another is gardening, because I think I might have over-pruned and killed the lavender plant I’ve only had for eight months. A more serious thing I wish I could do better is appreciate myself. I know, gross, but it takes a near lifetime to figure out, doesn’t it? First you’re in school and you’re receiving grades and joining cliques; then you’re out in the world and you’re trying to find a mate and a career. Everybody else around you is somebody who is not you, and sometimes their lives seem better because of that fact. It can be hard to deal with sometimes, this stupid envy.
But outsides are no match for insides, and besides, I’m having a pretty good time right now. I’ve earned lots of things I’ve spent my life preparing for, including a husband who is totally, eerily awesome. I’ve even been styling my hair differently—foregoing the blowdrying because it’s too hot to do in summer.
So, yes. I’m still hangin’ in there.