A couple of days ago I had someone say that it must be nice just to care about myself. And then that same day I had lunch with a friend where I felt like I must be a really dense and insensitive person.
People have so many things to worry about—family, work, finances—but I guess I am incredibly privileged that I do not share those same concerns. I have a sister with an amazing baby and parents who are supportive yet give me my independence, I graduated from college, I worked some, I'm in grad school now with a job that pays enough for me to live comfortably in a city like La Jolla. And I get to read books for a living. What the hell? I obviously have nothing about which I could possibly be anxious or unhappy.
Hmm. Actually, yeah. I don't really have much over which to be anxious or unhappy. Except maybe not quite knowing whether or not I can eat cookies. Yup, that's about it.
[I made some lovely ginger tea the other night. (Well, I had to...my ginger was going bad.) I sliced up what ginger I had and stuck it in a pot with a stick of cinnamon and some water. Brought it to a boil and simmered for about 7 minutes. (I think I can also bring the water to boil first, and then add the ginger and cinnamon...) Added some maple syrup (which is optional, and yet not) and enjoyed. Aaaaahhhhh.]
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