My “chill out maddy” Spotify playlist didn’t work as well as I’d hoped.

I spent the weekend trying to relax.

I didn’t go for any long bike rides or runs; instead, I went for short walks and took naps. I read an entire book. No, wait – two books. I made a playlist called “chill out maddy” and listened to it for a few hours. I meditated. I painted:

Manifesting my dream home in the Cotswolds, inspired by a photo Leslie took a few months ago.

Suffice it to say I was disappointed when I woke up at 4:13am this Monday morning with painful stomach cramps (diagnosed thus far as anxiety-related).

I’m not here to complain, though. I did have a relaxing weekend. I basked in the hot sun (but not in the red flag warnings reminding us that another fire season is on our heels). I made a picnic for me and Thomas which we enjoyed with a fancy bottle of rosé we purchased a few weeks ago in Mendocino as the sun set on Saturday night. I called my mom and spoke with some friends. My life is good; I am blessed in many ways.

I spent a lot of time thinking about how much I love California. I spend a lot of time thinking about that, actually. I browsed thrift store clothing racks in Oakland and imagined myself as a fashionable woman who put thought and intention into each of her outfits. I rolled my eyes at the obscenely long lines outside of “trendy” East Bay bakeries. I watched the first five minutes of four different Netflix shows.

I would also like to share the possibly hot take (given its Goodreads rating of 4.31) that I did not enjoy The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. The premise of the book – a girl named Addie makes a pact with the devil that means she will live forever, but she will be forgotten by everyone – was too obvious of a metaphor for me. Passages and quotes that clearly resonated with many readers (e.g., “Do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?”) felt…basic and silly. Maybe I’m too cynical but I found myself rolling my eyes frequently as I kept being hit over the head with thinly-veiled metaphors about the meaning of life.

(I did, however, enjoy The Incendiaries, probably because I have a fascination for cults and enjoy mysterious characters.)

As I’ve now successfully wasted these pre-sunrise hours sharing my ramblings, I want to wish each and every one of you a joyous Monday. Since I am now a self-proclaimed “breakfast person,” I am going to make myself some breakfast. And by “make breakfast,” I mean I am going to microwave one of the frozen breakfast sandwiches that I bought in bulk from Safeway. Please comment below with your favorite breakfast and/or a book that I can read so I don’t have to rely on (disappointingly incorrect) Goodreads reviews.

Good morning!

It’s a great morning to:

  • wake up obscenely early (4:30am) because you needed to pee and then once you were awake your mind started racing so you just got up instead of lying anxiously in bed
  • drink coffee and
  • watch videos from Bruce’s 1975 Hammersmith Odeon show and
  • cry of emotion before 5am!

For reference:

1975 Bruce is…everything to me. His beanie!!!!!!!!!!

And – because why not – here are couple of my favorite relatable tweets from the past week:

Oh wait…that last one was my own…that I tweeted just now while in an 8am meeting with teammates from Israel. I’ve been working with our Tel Aviv team more often and I don’t think anyone quite yet understands how much 8am meetings suit my lifestyle.

The only issue with having to join this meeting was that it meant I had to change out of this amazing fuzzy polar bear PJ set my brother got me for Christmas a few years ago:

As much as I tend to push the boundaries of what is professional work attire, I will draw the line at fuzzy PJ tops (for the sake of my career only).

Anyway, this week in longer-form content:

  • I enjoyed this article about workplace ambition during covid. Highly relatable
  • I finished reading Fates and Furies and have started reading Deacon King Kong. Impromptu book club anyone? Or, since we’re all lazy and scheduling is hard, please comment your thoughts on those books on this post
  • Important: Criminal Justice on the 2020 Ballot
  • I agreed with this Atlantic piece on the American “College Experience” (namely how ridiculous it is)
  • And, if you have time to watch, I strongly recommend “Gather,” a documentary on Indigenous food systems that is perfectly timed in celebration of this month’s Indigenous Peoples’ Day

Happy Wednesday, folks. Don’t forget to vote and cry if you need to and buy everything pumpkin-flavored from the store before they stupidly stop stocking the best flavor of all time.