Simple. That’s the goal, lately. It’s like cooking. Try to add too many ingredients and the dish goes to shit. That’s life. Tonight, my simple recipe was cooking at home rather than picking up dinner. It was home made salsa, a cold beer, and a fun conversation with the hubby and kiddos. It was Spanish rock with trumpets in the background. A swing of my hips as I finished the guac… I dread the morning. The calls, the messages. The complicated art of communicating in a way that gets shit done yet also doesn’t piss anyone off. Take me to my yard. Digging, planting… Mindless weed eating, admiring of the blooms that somehow make me feel accomplished. The walk along the path in the yard where I drink my beer and don’t think of anything but what’s in front of me. Simple.