The Avocado and Me

Hello, everyone! Again, my most profound apologies for the lack of posts this month - as I'm sure many of you will understand, it's been a busy time of the year. The holiday season is in full swing (Merry Christmas Eve, to those who celebrate!), the first semester of school just came to a close, and I finally have time to do something other than study. We also have a mere eight days until 2019 begins! Needless to say, life's been a little chaotic. Maybe it's because of the stressful atmosphere, or perhaps because it's been in the high fifties all December, but it just hasn't felt very Christmas-y this year. Trust me, I've tried to get into the holiday spirit. I've watched Elf four times. I've been blasting Ella Fitzgerald's "Sleigh Ride" for weeks on end, and baked countless trays of Keto cookies. On the whole, it's just not quite working. But, there was, of course, an exception to this pattern of not-feeling-like-Christmas. ...

Picture the scene. It's late on a Sunday evening. All of my books are tucked into my knapsack-style backpack, I've done my laundry and the dishes, and my workout for the day is done. I've dotted the 'i's and crossed the 't's on each weekend homework assignment I've been given, and it is nearly time for bed. But one thing remains to be done. Well, two, I suppose. The first is watching a Doctor Who episode or two... or three, because it is extraordinarily important to do at least one thing everyday that makes you happy. You have to have me time. It's not optional. The second is packing my lunch, which I typically enjoy. It is a nice feeling, being in the kitchen with the stars twinkling outside, chopping vegetables, sprinkling spices, and roasting proteins. Very relaxing. But I do prefer it when I have all of the necessary ingredients. For those of you who know me, or are a regular here in my little corner of the Internet, you'll know that...