Brace yourself, I’m on a bumpy ride and if you read this, you’re coming with me.

Even though I’m frustrated by my limitations, this experience has given me a new and profound appreciation for the ability to do all the mundane things that go into making life happen.

Am I interrupting my series on insomnia to interject a Father’s Day post? Yes, yes I am. It’s my janky little blog and I can do what I want with it.

***Disclaimer*** I’m not a doctor and I don’t play one on TV. I didn’t even play “doctor” as a kid. So, please, don’t take anything I say as sound, medical advice. The following is just my own experience of what worked for me.

Even though it has nothing to do with the usual content of this blog, I want to pass along everything that has helped me cope with and (for the most part) overcome insomnia.

Alright, so why “amazing eggs?” Am I some narcissist who thinks they make the best scrambled eggs ever? Nope.

I don’t really recommend winging carpentry the way I do. It might take me longer to get there, but I get there more happily.

Bridget Phetasy is making me write a gratitude list. Pen to paper, later typed for blog purposes. Ok, she isn’t making me, I’m just heeding her no nonsense advice.

If I ever wanted to enjoy surrounding myself with uber feminine decor, it was time to act.

A quick trip to Walmart supplied magnetic tape and velcro. This will all make sense eventually, I promise.

I’ve made real stroganoff and it’s amazing. Unfortunately, it requires a lot of time and effort - resources I don’t want to expend when I’m in need of comfort.

After months of half-heartedly playing with layouts on graph paper, I finally came up with a plan.

I went to the Habitat for Humanity Resale store in search of inspiration and was delighted to find this battered and beaten cabinet door.

I borrowed a jackhammer from a friend, blasted “You Can’t Stop Me” by Andy Mineo about five times, then dove in.

Alternate post title: Risotto with and without all the things.

Here’s the great thing about a trend you just can’t get on board with: eventually, it will go away. If something about my home isn’t trendy at the moment, I opt to think it’s just ahead of the curve rather than out of style.

My obsession with thrift was going to cost me more time than I had bargained for.

Champagne taste on a wine cooler budget.

Half-way through, I felt like I finally hit my stride.

Ok, so my naturopath never called this a challenge when she put me on a 21-day RepairVite cleanse. I had to call it that to make myself feel more excited about being on a super restrictive protocol even though I don’t have any food or gut issues that needed to be addressed. Yep, still feeling salty about that.