You can’t do everything.
My dad has said this to me on more than one occasion, it’s a quote you can find sprinkled all over the internet in various forms, “You can do anything, but you can’t do everything” is a popular one.
I’ve always hated it – mostly because I am stubborn and took it as a challenge.
This week, I had to accept that, despite all the talent I do and do not possess, I really can’t do everything. I like working out after work. I like cooking dinner every night. I like date nights with friends. I like doing a face mask and reading before bed. I like going to sleep at 10pm. I like waking up at 6am so I have time to read in bed with my morning tea. As much as I crave new adventures, my home routine is a constant that soothes my anxiety. These last few weeks, I have been fighting to keep it while taking on a lot of new work. But I can’t. So instead of reading before bed, I’m trying to meet deadlines. Instead of cooking every night, I’ve been throwing together random 10-minute meals. Instead of waking up at 6am, I am pressing the snooze button because I had to stay up past 10pm. Instead of freely enjoying time with friends, I’m making a to-do list in my head.
& I have let myself get worked up and stressed about it. It’s easy to get sucked up in all the negative, watching the clock tick closer to a new day knowing I have to do it all over again tomorrow, but I’m busy because I choose to be busy. I choose to take on new projects. I choose to be an unwilling-yet-determined cog in the wheel of Capitalism. If I want to be excited about everything I’m working on, I also have to find pleasure in a routine I’m not used to.
I had an alternative ending to this, but last night I had two last minute lady dates after an unexpected opening in my schedule. So sometimes, despite all the chaos, life gives you exactly what you need, which is usually a large glass of wine with good friends.
Recipes I Tried
This week was a very productive week for cooking, in that I actually did it. I also ate breakfast – and I can hear all the “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day” screams through my computer. But here is the thing, I’m just remembering to take my vitamins, it is a learning curve, and by that I mean, I hate spending money on breakfast food. Considering how bonkers my schedule has been the past few weeks, I figured morning brain food would be beneficial so I bought greek yogurt, Trader Joe’s coconut chia granola, bananas, and Trader Joe’s Turkish honey, which is so good I could write 1,000 words about it – I won’t, but I could. Anyways, it’s not rocket science – mix all the ingredients together and proceed to eat them while standing in tree pose trying to get some reading or writing in before work.
For dinner, I made a combination of Moussaka and Lasagna – with a few hacks so it wouldn’t take me hours I didn’t have.
- Slice and roast the eggplant anyway you like it.
- While the eggplant is cooking, sauté onion and garlic. Add ground turkey and seasoning (I used cumin, cinnamon, red pepper flakes, basil, oregano). Let that brown and then add in red wine, which I don’t measure because why would you. Once the wine has reduced a bit, I added one can on diced tomatoes and a container of homemade marinara sauce I keep on hand at all times (life hack: always keep marinara in your freezer). Add some bay leaves and let it simmer for 30 or so minutes.
- DON’T FORGET ABOUT YOUR EGGPLANT
- Assemble layers of eggplant, sauce, ricotta until it’s all used up. Then I topped with a cheese mix of provolone, mozzarella, and parmesan. Bake until the cheese is melted then broil to brown.
Articles I Wrote
A Cheese Lover’s Guide to San Diego, There San Diego
Articles I Read
In Defense of Liking Things, Current Affairs
His Kampf, The Atlantic
How Bad is Disclosing ‘Code Word’ Information?, The Atlantic
Trump, Putin, and the New Cold War, The New Yorker
The Inefficiency of Words, Medium
If I Were White, The Establishment
My Family’s Slave, The Atlantic
The Autocrat’s Language, The New York Review of Books
Feminism Doesn’t Mean Liking Every Stupid Woman You Meet, Harpers Bazaar
Jimmy Fallon Was On Top of the World. Then Came Trump, The NY Times
I’m Gonna Go All Age of Enlightenment on Your Ass, The Hairpin
Ocean Vuong on Being Generous in Your Work, The Creative Independent
The Personal Essay-Boom is Over, The New Yorker
Master of None: *swoons* this shooooow. The storyline, the characters, the food, the aesthetic, the music. Everything about this show is stunning and refreshingly real. It was astutely described on Twitter as a Woody Allen-inspired love letter to the kinds of people Woody Allen would never put in his movies. It’s a love letter to real life, real people, and real stories.
On Saturday, I am *hopefully* headed down to Tijuana for some tacos and Mezcal tasting. Sunday is a busy work day – the tale of the Megan who overworks herself – but I am making time to see the new Alien movie. On that note, Predator will always hold the top space in my heart. Not the movies, because they weren’t amazing, but in every Alien vs Predator battle, I will always choose Predator. So if any top movie executives are reading this, please make better Predator movies.