Or as I like to call it, a “stupid freaking sauna.”
TLDR: I feel totally drained by social media. Scrolling through Facebook feels emotionally violent, right? The news is all alarming. No one is listening to each other. We’re too quick to break each other down, rather than the opposing argument.
It’s usually when we’re knee deep in the “Hey, I’m just over here trying to make it” that the universe’s timer goes off and something makes us slow down long enough to notice the chipping paint. The forgotten name. The muscle strained.
This is the new weekly series where I describe the behind-the-scenes way to make the mocktail from this week’s FemComPod and also provide something totally unrelated but interesting because, oh look a dog walking by the window…
For Christmas, Justin likes to think he got me a sewing machine. I like to think he got *us* a sewing machine. He has a lot of ideas for things he wants made. I have a lot of ideas for things I want to do other than sew.