I'm not afraid to admit that I've always had, and still have (but a lot milder and more tame), a love / hate relationship with food. I'm a creature of comfort and habit. Obviously, I didn't know that when I was a child (or maybe I did? I honestly can't recall). Whenever I encountered something … Continue reading Distortion.
I'm terrible with first times. I think it's because I try to be a perfectionist (let's be real, I'm not), so I want to do well from the beginning. We all know how that goes. Sometimes there's the beginner's fluke and that particular event / experience went way better than expected. Great. However, if everything were … Continue reading First.