…is something I’ve had this weekend, and it’s been amazing. Out in the ‘burbs, it feels like time slows down to wait. There aren’t a million things that I have to be doing—or feel like I have to be doing. FOMO (fear of missing out) doesn’t seem to exist in the ‘burbs.
So I have time to sleep in. Time to make oatmeal on the stove, not the microwave. Time to plate that oatmeal real pretty and take it outside for a picture in my pajamas.
(Apparently not time to learn how to focus my new lens, however…)
In the mix: bananas, sunflower seed butter and the top of a pumpkin muffin!
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