1. Succulent Californian peaches so ripe that there’s no other way to eat them except over the sink, juices running down my arm (and into the drain, instead of the table. Or, more realistically, my laptop).
2. Though proper magazine stands are a rarity here in L.A., stumbling upon a new-to-me or international (not-just-European-based) title is my new favorite, serotonin-boosting indulgence. I’m addicted to the discovery and will not shy at paying $33 for an import.
3. Homemade avocado toast—because when in Los Angeles, you eat as the locals do. My recipe is as simple as an avo-toast how-to gets: Ezekiel bread, toasted in olive oil until dangerously crisped; Hass avocados mashed with too much (but really, just enough) cracked black pepper, green onion, cilantro, and a touch of garlic salt with parsley; a generous topping of hemp hearts; and finally, microgreens. A mountain of them.
4. Another Californian thing, because I’m finally able to enjoy it: the days are just better here. I’m convinced there’s magic in the sunlight.
5. The fifth of this “Five Things” list is simply one of gratitude. Working with clients and teams that operate through a culture of support, respect, and most importantly, an understanding of boundaries is a breath of fresh air, truly. By nature (conditioned or otherwise), I once scoffed at the idea of work-life balance; I was convinced it was this elusive concept designed to guilt-trip career-minded women. Now that my proverbial third eye has been opened, this new approach seems revelationary. Revolutionary, too.
6. Because I’m the sole proprietor of this blog, I’m breaking rules with a bonus moment of gratitude—this time, for something far more superficial (but has brought equal amounts of joy). Straight-legged or baggy, wide-legged jeans. Not because they’re trendy—although I’m grateful for their resurgence because it makes finding the right pairs easy), but because they truly are the most flattering and, not to mention, comfortable, silhouette for my body type. I’ve always loved the proportions of a high-waisted, wide-legged trouser; why did it take me so many years to realize that the same waist-emphasizing, leg-elongating effect could apply to denim too?
Moral of the story: an old dog can learn new tricks. It just takes time.
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xx
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