the chicken or the egg?

In recent years I've discovered that my best friend, Katie, has never had a headache. Ever. She asked me if I could describe it to her, and wondered if it was similar to a brain freeze.

Unreal!

And today, I want to talk about heads hurting. Not in the sense of headaches, but instead about things that actually make my brain hurt.

The first and most obvious is outer space. It just goes on - forever?!

The second is the idea of the chicken and the egg. I know it's an overused metaphor. But seriously. Which came first?

And even though it boggles my brain, I like to apply the fundamental elsewhere from time to time. When I come across a situation that begs the question, I like to just drop in a quick, "the chicken or the egg?" with a head shake.

I think it gets the point across nicely.

And [stay with me. I promise this has a point], that is just the way I feel about juicing these days.

A few months ago, in a matter of 48 hours, I went from someone telling me I should try juicing, to which I said: what is that? To having multiple people talk about it, Shape magazine writing a cover article on it, and helping my sorority sister, Ellen, start a juice truck in Boston via Kick Starter.

So what happened? Did juicing all of the sudden blow up in one weekend? Or was it there all along, and I just started noticing it?

The chicken or the egg, nahmean?

OK. It's a loose metaphor. But either way. I don't know when juicing got so hot, but this weekend I got big with Whole Foods' Green Lemonade - celery, kale, spinach, apple, lemon + a shot of ginger. It was no chocolate milk, but it was a pretty solid way to get my kale intake up.
I asked for a juicer for my birthday, so I'm hoping I'll be making my own concoctions soon. I also hope my relationship with the juicer, if acquired, won't be similar to mine with my food dehydrator, which I never used and donated to Good Will when we moved. I think it probably has a happy home, now, but I'd like to avoid the situation altogether. 

::hello goodbye::

This is how far apart Sally and I live right now.

And this is how far apart we will live next week.


If I were a bettin girl, I'd choose option A.

Wouldn't you?

She's headed home to Mississippi next weekend, and I felt it was my civic duty to ensure her last weekend in Atlanta was rilly great.

I went to a birthday party for Abby Friday night, after which Sally met up with us to get the weekend started.

It included a small adventure on Marta, lunch at Cafe Jonah (finalllly tried it), a little bit of thrifting, an evening in Midtown with Ben, Maggie and some other fine Hoosiers, Yeah! Burger, Piedmont Park Arts Fest and, of course, the King of Pops. If that's not making the most of our 48, I really don't know what is.


We'll miss you, Sally neighbs!

PS: Telephone cups? They work!

happy days

I've been feeling a leeeetle bit homesick lately. I think it is especially jarring as I approach 26 (3 weeks!), because, somewhere deep in my brain, I thought this was something I'd grow out of.

But, considering I could not even sleep at my cousin's house growing up (2 a.m. call to Muff&Dave every time), I think the fact that I sleep through the night, every night, eight hours away from my Indiana home, shows great progress. Not total domination, but progress. Dontchathink? (#smallvictories)

It's not necessarily that I want to be back in Indiana right now, but more that I'd like everyone I love to be in the same place. Really, is that so much to ask?

I don't think so, either!

Last night, Melissa and Katie and I took the night off from productivity. We spent the whole night talking and enjoying a slow Wednesday. It made me realize that what I am missing so often, is the chance to connect with people on a deeper level. The chance to slow down and ignore the task lists and grind of the week, and just enjoy people.

It was such a great way to spend my Wednesday night, and I'm so grateful for their company. In fact, it was just what I needed to get me out of my funk.

And now, here we are, Thursday!

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