Ever wonder why your wardrobe is always overflowing with clothes, but you have only two outfits you wear? This is the secret–19 types of clothes it’s impossible to get rid of.
My wardrobe doesn’t have an ever-expanding interior and, though you might not guess it from looking at me, I do occasionally buy new clothes. Put these together, and you reach the occasional need for me to get rid of clothes.
Naturally I avoid this activity as long as I can, but eventually it becomes hazardous to my health to not deal with the problem.
I go into the task optimistic.
I’m sure I have only two pairs of pants I wear regularly, a couple of tops, a jacket or two, and maybe some socks and underwear. It’ll be no problem to pare back my wardrobe to a quarter full.
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Sarah the chicken overcomes her emotional wounds and finds happiness eating chook food with her friends near the house.
Sarah the black hen came to live in her new home as a pullet (young hen) with her speckled brown friend, Clementine.
Clementine got a fancy name because the people who sold her to us assured us she would lay blue eggs, though she was too young to lay at the time. Sarah, on the other hand, got a dull name because she was expected to lay white eggs.
As it turned out, both Clementine and Sarah lay slightly bluish eggs, but not blue enough for me to definitively convince myself that they’re not white. Perhaps the two hens split the difference.
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I’ve been told I’m short, which I thoroughly dispute. Here are my guidelines for how tall you should be–for everyone’s sake.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m a scary person, but did I also say I’m of normal height? I’m five foot three and a half inches, which I swear is exactly average for women. If you don’t believe me… look, just believe me.
On occasion, people have told me I have short legs. I don’t. They go all the way to my feet, which reach the ground.
Clearly my legs are the perfect length.
But today I don’t want to talk about my height. I want to talk about your height.
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For my health and sanity, I need to learn to say no. Starting with big things is too hard, so here are a few easy places I’ll start.
Kristen Lamb posted recently on the importance of saying no. In essence, you need to say no to the wrong things in order to have time to say yes to the right things.
It’s possible Kristen is a genius.
However, recognising the value of her advice is not the same as being able to take it.
If you’re anything like me, saying no is hard.
So I’ve decided to practice. There are lots of big things I ought to say no to–projects at work that I don’t have time for, one more deep fried chicken wing…
But I wouldn’t want to start with anything too hard, so today I’m going to come up with a few practice nos.
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Here’s what confusion means to Pixabay, and what this can tell us about how we ought to live our lives. (Okay, not really.)
Pixabay is my favourite stock image website, possibly because it’s the only one whose name I can remember.
I use a lot of stock images, and some of them are brilliant. Most of the ones with people, however, are not.
“Yes, I am an actor being paid to pretend to type on this laptop/stare dreamily into space/look appropriately horrified at the size of that hamburger.”
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