Last weekend, I removed everything from our refrigerator and freezer. Tossed what needed to go and deep cleaned all the shelves and drawers. Dried everything off then returned the food being kept in an organized manner. I know it won’t last. But every time I’ve opened the fridge since, it’s a reminder that I can still unlock achievement mode. Also on the bright side, literally, the days are very obviously getting longer. The sun hasn’t yet set when I wrap up my workdays now. A welcome change. And speaking of light, my indoor houseplants were looking pretty sorry. I finally bought a grow light. And installed and configured the Planta app (I had very obviously been over-watering the poor things) and the plants are already perking up. I’ll take any wins I can.
Today’s five things:
- For Black History Month, Masterclass is offering an entire class on Black History, Black Freedom, and Black Love for free.
- I was excited to learn that Uncle Hugo’s found a new home, near Moon Palace. Two amazing bookstores in close proximity sounds dreamy to me.
- A nifty story I was unaware of: “We Almost Forgot About the Moon Trees — A collection of tree seeds that went round and round the moon was scattered far and wide back home.”
- Sam Richardson is fantastic. Every project I’ve seen with him has been better because he was in it. That includes the latest, The Afterparty. I watched the first three episodes when they dropped last week and can’t wait for more. The show isn’t hilarious but it is solid and compelling.
- When my family came to the U.S., they ditched our Lebanese last name. It always bummed me out (though “Mike” is a pretty funny last name). In the 1970s, long before 9/11, American government agencies started unjustly spying on Arabs and Muslims. Often largely based on surnames. I wonder if our family avoided scrutiny? Anyhow, Season 3 of the Kerning Cultures podcast just launched. This first episode covers the history of these surveillance programs. It’s a great listen.
At the end of last year, I started dating someone. It didn’t take long to determine he wasn’t for me. Oddly, I’m not bummed out. Instead, I’m celebrating all the progress I’ve made. In the past, I’ve been a people-pleaser. Before, I would make myself smaller to accommodate partners. Stifling my own needs to put the other person’s needs first. I sucked at setting boundaries, even though a lack of boundaries invariably made me miserable. Not anymore. I stated my needs, set my boundaries, held my ground, and walked away with no regrets. Feels good. I accept myself with enthusiasm. I am no longer available to the things that do not make me feel good.
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