The other day, I mentioned on Facebook how much I was craving boba milk tea (again), when someone mentioned using Doordash and having it delivered. I thought to myself, having food delivered when I was at work and in the middle of a project was one thing, but getting it brought to my home because I didn’t want get the baby ready, get in the car, and drive ten minutes away sounded a little ridiculous. Still, unwilling to wake a sleeping child, I signed up and got my boba in under an hour. And something went off in my brain, like an epiphany—though maybe not in the best way. The next day, when the boba craving hit again, it seemed too easy to use my new coupon from Doordash and get it delivered again. And it occurred to me, that in this age of convenience and near-instant gratification, how do we teach our kids the value of patience or working through things?
For quite a few years all the books I read were non-fiction – everything from parenting, history, and biographies. I’ve only gotten back to reading fiction in the last two years, and my to-read pile keeps growing and growing. It is as if I have to somehow make up for all the time lost. This article on how reading fiction benefits us gives me all the more reason to justify the pile by my bedside.
It’s been nearly a year since my previous company decided to close its doors. It was a bittersweet time, but I look on the last year as a hidden blessing. I got to rest through the morning sickness and spend more time with Sofia (a wonderful thing since it would be the last few months that she’d be my only baby). I took driving lessons again (long story) and finally got my driver’s license! I also started this blog with my sister—something we’d been thinking of doing for a long time but just never had the time to set up. Still, I have to admit I sat up in bed some nights worrying over my return to work once my disability insurance and Paid Family Leave ran out. It was both a matter of if and when. If I got the job—would it be the right job? Would I be able to find it right away? Or would I have to wait a long time before the right offer came along? My mom, of course, said it best when she advised me to stop worrying and instead begin feeling grateful for the job I would eventually get, which she believed would be the right one.
I’ve been following Alex’s blog and youtube videos, under the name HRH Collection, ever since she started in 2009. I think what I find so interesting is that she designs her own line of jewelry and works her pieces into simple, effortless looks with what clothes she already has. She isn’t a blogger that is constantly shopping and uploading videos of haul after haul, in fact she is quite selective of what she buys. She recently did a re-launch of her website/shop/blog and I’ve spent quite some time already looking through her newest designs.
At work one day, a coworker complimented me on the sweater I wore. “Thanks,” I said, “my mom got it for me.” She was incredulous. “You’re lucky. I don’t think I’d wear anything my mom bought for me,” was her reply.
We’ve always been fortunate to have such a stylish mom. In her college photos, she was always dressed in clothing that was au courant, but would still be considered fashionable today. She was a beauty queen and always known for her poise and how put-together she was. I look at the flared jeans and other trends from the Seventies that are back in fashion and wish she had kept more of her old clothes. I probably wouldn’t fit into them, but they’d be great as inspiration pieces. Alas, the beautiful winter coat she wore in grad school (which would not be out of place on the set of the movie Almost Famous) was lost.