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Eating Bird Food
My work day mornings usually go something like this: alarm goes off. Hit snooze no less than eight times. Finally roll out of bed. Slippers, robe. Brush teeth, light skincare, makeup, hair (maybe), outfit. Realize I have to leave RIGHT NOW to make my bus. Throw an oatmeal packet, yogurt, string cheese, and clementine in my bag. Run out the door.
Then, at lunchtime, I’m faced with the ultimate disappointment. I already ate my oatmeal for breakfast at my desk, and did I really only bring myself the contents of a kindergartener’s lunch box to eat? I look at Beth, who sits across from me, and say something like “I don’t even want to eat the lunch I brought for myself. Maybe they have pierogies [at the cafe] across the street today! 👀”
So, in an effort to stop hurting my future lunch-eating…
