hope is a finicky beast.
you let it get too low, you get depressed.
you let it get too high, you get disappointed.
Panera says they like to think of their cafes (ugh, if you can call them that) as an “everyday oasis.” This makes me think of women schlepping in in their workout gear and/or pajamas, sprawling out over a booth like nobody can see them, and foodgasming over their frozen creamy coffee concoction and broccoli cheese soup out of a bag.
it’s graduation weekend, and everyone my age is graduating with master’s degrees and more. i’m happy for them,
i’m suddenly realizing how much i see education as a status symbol.
and i’m thinking, should i go back to school? (for real, that is. for more serious things than just breads and pastries.)