Tangiential topic to Chinese restaurants in the US: there are apparently (or were; don't know how much of a thing this still is) a string of family-owned Chinese restaurants sprinkled through the Rockies, which seems weirdly random until you realize they are a legacy of the immigrant labor used to construct the early railroads. I'd always thought that would be a wild road-trip, track those down & try out the ones that still exist.
FWIW, it's hard to make deep adult friendships in a place you •did• grow up in. I live literally about two & a half miles from where I was born; have lived in this town all but six years of my life, & in my current neighborhood for 40 years—& I have maybe a half a dozen solid friends, two whom I'd call close, only one of whom is local, & they live in the next town over.
My very shy & timid guinea pig let me pet him yesterday. Just for a moment, & only in the middle of his crest. But it's the first time he's allowed this in the two years he's lived here.
I was lucky in that my mother was very savvy as a household finance manager. (My dad was...rather less so. Which may be why my mom was so fierce about it.)
Every year, we got a gift certificate from Monkey Ward for keeping our bill paid up,* which she'd give to me, & point out the reason we got it.
I cam out of childhood regarding consumer debt roughly as dangerous as heroin. Haven't had reason to change that assessment.** >
Revisiting this essay from @pluralistic & I am reminded of a primary school teacher I happened to fall into coversation with. She mentioned that there were a number of #Native kids in her class. She was struck, whenever there was a lesson or an exercise that called for kids to compete against each other, the Native kids just Would Not. Their way was to arrive at a consensus, & there was just no way to shake them loose of that.
I will push back (more politely than I feel) about "excuses," though. That's part & parcel of this whole "hustle" ideology.
Struggling to get all the Life Shit done is exhausting. I've had to fight really hard to give myself grace if I don't manage to get All The Things done, the way you're "supposed to."
There are •only• so many hours in the day. Sometimes it's just NOT FUCKING POSSIBLE.
Largely the same here. If I can manage to get an early walk in (basically the easiest, minimalist excercise I can reliably manage), the whole day generally goes better.
Two things get in the way: I'm a night owl, so I sleep best if I can sleep into the mid-morning. And Too Damn Much To Do, which means just •making• that hour is a major effort. >
I feel this so hard. Probably a piker by Singaporean standards, but the Protestant Work Ethic™ was strong with my mother, & I came out of my upbringing feeling like if the meter wasn't pegged in the red all the damn time, I just wasn't trying hard enough. Which I knew in my heart was bs, so I fought it more effectively than many I know. But it still messed me up, & I struggle with rest and self-care (never mind doing spiritually nourishing things) to this day.
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