You know how some people love celebrating their birthdays by doing all the things they like planned by, well, themselves? What a horrible concept.
I’ve been capturing things a bit differently now that Instagram has become my default channel. But this is still my favorite space for posting pictures. It’s a lot quieter. Which means, fewer people see what I post. Which means, I feel more free.
Christmas came and went. We ate deep-fried greasy everything and saw just how far we could sink into our respective couches. We stared or didn’t stare at the TV. At dinner we sat around the table fact-checking each other’s know-it-all claims about something or other, each refusing to give in because we were all equally…