Bag of Randomness


One small thing I love about “living in the future” is the ability to look at our purchase history for whatever reason.


I’ve been chewing on this quote as of late:

Nostalgia is memory minus the pain.


I’ve kept in touch with a co-worker I met circa 2010. She was in her early twenties, and this was her second job out of college, while I was in my late thirties. We were exchanging texts a few weeks ago, and she reminded me about a note I had written myself (of course, it was inspired by something Bono and Edge once said) and stuck on my monitor: “You don’t have to, you get to.” This is what she texted:

I’ve been reminded of the post it you used to keep at your desk about getting to, not having to. A needed reminder as I’ve been frustrated with my own situation

I’d forgotten about that stretch of my life when I finally stopped treating everything like a burden and started seeing it as a privilege. Funny how that shift changes everything. It got me thinking about the impressions we leave on people, how sometimes it’s the tiniest, most throwaway moments that end up sticking. And while that’s a nice confidence boost, it also makes me wonder about all the little negative moments I’ve let show. I hate knowing that for some folks, that’s the version of me they remember.


I was fortunate to have a swimming pool in my backyard. I can’t believe I never thought to try something like this.

“handmade” goggles
byu/Newisance inDamnthatsinteresting

 


I thought this was a creative way to use AI. We’ve all seen plenty of slideshows of photos at funerals and such, but I like the idea of scanning multiple Polaroids and seeing them come to life.


Not a bad idea if you only have one child. If that baby ever has siblings, they will likely feel a tinge of jealousy.


What a great idea for a giveaway!


Here we are, face to face
A couple of Silver Spoons.
Hoping to find,
we’re two of a kind
Making a go,
making it grow.
Together,
we’re going to find our way.


 

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