What a privilege it is to be able to run, afford a gym, buy healthy food, pay bills, have legs that walk, eyes that see, a brain that functions, work every day, and take our bodies to their fullest potentials.
The secret to being a private person is to overshare dumb shit so that people think you’re an open book but then not tell them any of the important details of your life
bring back women having oddly specific personal traditions. peach cobbler on the first cold night. fresh flowers after payday. a solo birthday breakfast. champagne when something scary works out. give your life some folklore.