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2:7 And They Will Know Us by the Trail of Bread


Hi lovely friends. Here briefly to discuss another polarity housed in my bones: to go out or not to go out? Less a matter of introversion/extroversion, more a matter of: am I feeling vibrant enough to my share some of said vibrancy with the world? Or do I need to recharge my batteries by watching What Not to Wear while paradoxically sporting my velour leopard pajama pants with the see-through, threadbare butt and my Great Gatsby sweatshirt; munching on healing handfuls of homemade peanut butter coconut pecan granola and nuzzling the cat?

I’ve been feeling awfully hidey lately. Definition: depleted and needing to hide… But it’s adorbs because there’s an -y on the end!

Rikka Sormunen: Woman Lounging On a Sofa

Rikka Sormunen: Woman Lounging On a Sofa

Every day I’m more alive, but I would like something to do with my hands while I’m in this hidey state. Writing takes thought and, when you’re me, a bit of self-berating that is not necessarily conducive to returning vibrancy to my being. Reading competes with the charming discourse between my bffs, Stacy and Clinton. Baking with loads of fancy ingredients that one can only find at Whole Foods or online because “one” is a privileged vegan seems frivolous, and less grounding than the activity I need.

The answer is bread. I want to be a girl who makes bread. Not sweet bread, either: bread-bread.

There’s a beautiful woman at all the urban farmers markets here who sells sunflower spelt boules and caraway rye boules — just these perfect hunks of wholesome for a struggling, hidey human to gnaw on. She never wears a stitch of makeup and there’s semolina flour underneath her fingernails and she just looks so healthy. What a worthy pursuit, baking bread.

So that is yet another resolution, further enabling my hidey-ness.

It's good to have goals.

It’s good to have goals.

Happy Tuesday to you all. Today marks my official return to normal life, and I’m hoping to carry some calm back with me into my reality. Kneading dough will be a nice stress reliever, when I get there. Also, it just occurred to me that I never made a pun about “loafing”! Missed opportunity.

How about you? What’s a wholesome activity that might help you insert yourself back into life… or may ensure that you never leave your apartment ever again? Tell me!


Author: twitchysister

Hey you! is largely devoted to musings on what balance means to an urbane, artsy-fartsy twenty-something. It’s tough out here for us post-grad women: if you’re not homeless, you’re doing something right. But do you, too, worry that you spend too much time furrowing your brows over your future when you should be unwrapping and relishing your present? Do you, like me, sometimes feel like everyone expects you to be the type of person who spends the majority of her entry-level “arts” paycheck on fifteen dollar old-timey cocktails, four a.m. cab rides home and everything sequined on the Urban Outfitters sale rack when, perhaps, you are really the type of person who would rather drink cucumber mint kale juice while wearing yoga pants and Googling reiki techniques? Is it possible that such a person is one and the same, and she is fabulous in her own, very confused right? Sister girl, I hear you. I know you. I accept you. I also know in my happy gut, full heart and coffee-addled brain that you and I are gorgeous glow worms, just as we are! We are sparkle ponies of light and love and we are still in the process of teasing out our true, authentic selves with all of this… living. So if you don’t have it figured out, if you acknowledge that you never will and that is tremendously exciting, if you want to connect with other smart chicks and tap into that charming inner-self of yours, then come back real soon, ya hear? We’re family now!

6 thoughts on “2:7 And They Will Know Us by the Trail of Bread

  1. I feel you. I’m feeling awfully hidey lately, too. The worst part is that I live with some very judgmental roomies who erroneously interpret my hidey-ness as a sign of withdrawal or depression. Can’t a girl hole up in her room and binge watch Gilmore Girls without receiving the third degree?! Ugh. Rant over. Time to bake some bread!

  2. Is it weird that I too can be hidey and also rock a great gatsby sweatshirtv

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