This is exceedingly random, but did you know that the orange is actually a hybrid between a pomelo and a mandarin??
I was shocked.
Why would anyone want to bring two perfectly perfect fruits together to make one fruit that can’t be peeled without a knife and is therefore less perfect?
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, my brain snorted.
(But then again, an orange does have more vitamin C than a mandarin, so… maybe there was a point to it after all.)
I love mandarins btw. Don’t mess with my mandarins.
With the amount of Mariah Carey that’s been on rotation on Spotify, I think it’s pretty damn clear that IT’S FINALLY CHRISTMAS SEASON AGAIN!!! Hallelujah!
Even though my bank account rarely makes it out of this month alive, I frikking love Christmas! Despite the crap weather, there is just a feeling of festivity that hangs in the air y’know? Umbrella destroyed by the wind? Hey it’ll be sunny soon! Shoes soaked from the thunderstorm? No problem, gonna get that new pair of supergas anyway!!
…no what do you mean I am being frivolous, it’s Christmas time dammit take that back
Anyway, with the advent of Christmas, I had (and am still going to have) a crazy line up of events and things all week, so much so that I hadn’t even had much time to breathe. But it wasn’t until, after multiple failed attempts to meet up, one of my girlfriends offhandedly remarked,
You’re super busy, Cheryl!
That it struck me that that was exactly my situation. Somehow, somewhere along the way, while I was picking up 1,001 things to do and accomplish, my schedule has become so bloated so quietly that I didn’t even realize it. I oftentimes mope about how bored I am, but I never actually stopped to assess how much I have going on, and how much I have not appreciated it all.
What was it they often quipped? Stop to smell the roses?
It seems I have been frolicking in a flower field.
How different my year-end has been, in comparison to the start of the year.
Here’s giving myself a pat on the back – for once – because good job Cheryl.
I am proud of you.
Also yes, this post is quite randomly structured – but hey, you should’ve known what you were getting yourself into when you started reading about the angst I felt for the origin of the orange.