In all reality, I’m a scardy cat. I’ll cow brains, I’ll run a half marathon on a challenge, I’ll try sea slug, I’ll walk brazenly into the wrong side of town, I’ll take a road trip on my own, I’ll match just about any dare. But when it comes to anything that matters, I get scared.
How much is my real budget? I don’t know, too scary to think about how poor I really am. Pursue more than casual flirting? Hmmm, that requires actually putting my heart on the line. Buying a car to replace Howard the tercel? That sounds hard and expensive. I get scared of breaking my routine. I get scared of developing a stutter. I get scared of eating too much. I get scared of eating too little. I get scared of heading out the door at night cause what if it stinks and it’s boring and I don’t get to read my book afterall? Stupid stuff. Human stuff.
So when I heard ‘This American Life’s’ podcast on heroes open with this quote, I committed it to memory. I try to think myself strong.
This is what happens when you park in a rage-prone celebrity restaurateur’s food truck spot.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS? Epic.
For the past 8 months I’ve been searching for the perfect tote bag. Here are my closest picks, but none are perfect. Why? Because I’m looking for
- interior pockets
- key hook
- water bottle/coffee available pocket
- exterior pockets
- zippered closure
- cross-body strap option
- contrast bottom
- rugged construction
Basically the impossible bag. But here’s the closest I’ve found, in case you have someone picky like me to shop for.