Mortgage and three cats (plus a clingy stray and three chickens outside). Luckily the husband has a good job so we’re ok.
I always try to live my life imagining this all being a memory to my elderly future self, and thinking about how I’d be reacting to it. Am I feeling strong pride or regret about my choices? Is there something that feels like it matters right now that will totally be forgettable in the grand scheme? It really helps me when I encounter difficult decisions, and it’s how I realized that I need some time to realign myself with the things that bring me joy.
Best of luck to you, I have a sense (knowing nothing about you) that elderly you is SO freaking pumped that you’re doing this.
We have muffins and crumpets. Muffins are like little bready patty cake things, kinda dusty on the outside. Crumpets are the ones with all the holes in that kinda feel rubbery to the touch. Both are stinkin delicious.