So, for the very first time, I’m cooking Thanksgiving dinner for my in-laws. If I’m being straight-up, this endeavor is entirely out of my wheelhouse. Intimidatingly so. I was so unprepared that I spontaneously bought the turkey without considering where to store it. There’s limited fridge and freezer space around here. Literally every free inch is packed with freeze-dried hops (guess that comes with the territory of living adjacent to a brewery).

So I take this giant frozen turkey out of the car and wander around my house with it for a while, opening fridge & freezer doors. Then I deposit it on the floor in my living room because I have a deadline and my husband says “We’ll take it over to my parent’s freezer later.” Awesome. Time to go back to my laptop.

Guess where we didn’t go? Or, rather, guess who’s fate I didn’t consider when I went to bed that night? Yup. That poor frozen turkey.

(Luckily Dino’s [husband] memory’s better than mine and the lil’ frozen dude got stowed away haphazardly in the fridge.)

You might be wondering what the point to that spiel was. I guess what I’m saying here that it’s totally cool to take on big projects and nearly (or actually) screw it up.

What’s not cool? Not doing shit that challenges you.

Yanno, fellow millennials, I’m really not feelin’ this whole “make fun of us all because we got participation trophies and we think the world owes us.” It might not be totally inaccurate. But it sure as hell isn’t what I’m aspiring towards. And you know what definitely isn’t helping? The odd little messages on social media that glorify laziness.

You know what I’m talking about. You’re scrolling through Cosmopolitan or Buzzfeed’s daily snap story, and there’s a cute little hand-drawn comic whose message is (in short) “congratulations for making it out of bed!” or something similar. Here’s a literal screenshot from BuzzFeed:


We’re on our phones practically always. According to an article in Time, “Americans collectively check their smartphones upwards of 8 billion times per day.” And how healthy is it for this insidious shit to be beamed practically directly into our brains on a regular basis? And sometimes it’s not blatantly bad. But it’s still there.

Sure, you could take the position that: our lives are stressful. Scanning through Tasty’s snapstory on a daily basis is just a way to unwind. It’s practically like reading through MSN’s newspage. It keeps me up to date with the quasi-important things that are going on around me.

(Let’s be real here: is it really, though?)

What I’m not saying here is give up all forms of social media because they rot your brain. That’s obviously not going to solve anything and you’re definitely not going to do it. And, in most cases, your brain is probably perfectly safe.

I don’t think my aunt’s pictures from Thanksgiving are doing anything other than making me happy that the family got together & had a politics-free meal together (how?!). And maybe a little homesick if we’re being honest. It is important to be able to keep up with your loved ones, especially if you’re far away from them.

What I am saying is to be a little more cognizant of the messages that you see.

(/end rant).