Canaries are the losers of the English lexicon. They’ll nark out a friend (“to sing like a canary”), go down as a warning to others (“the canary in the coalmine”) and end up a meal for the perspicacious (“the cat that ate the canary”). This is apropos to nothing, really, except that I am not the canary. I’m the cat. And a cat always lands on her feet.
That’s not just an idiom; it’s a fact. Felines are so highly-flexible, they’re able to right themselves as they fall. In one (questionable, if you ask me) study, cats were actually found to end up with fewer injuries the higher they plummet.
And I’d say that’s pretty #goodnews because I’m still on that climb I told you about before. Up, up, up. Hoisting a great big photo shoot, a couple of TV productions, the speaking engagements at @ja_upper_midwest, a creative collab with a photographer that looks to be 💣, party-planning, battle-planning and QT with all my cuties.
That last bit on my To-Do List might be the single most important reason I’m not losing my hair. In the past, I’d let myself become enmeshed with my romantic partner of the moment, doing practically EVERYTHING together, which put a lot of pressure on the relationship. Now, I have way more places to be (late dinners and boozy brunches and paddleboarding Sundays on lakes all across #mn), but that means way more places I belong. More sidekicks in my support system. More inspiration. More #love. More of everything.
So here’s where I ask you to CALL ME OUT if I slip back into old habits. If at any point my Instagram begins to look one-note, all my pics taken by/with one dude, lemme know my life has turned into a dud. Remind me, please, that I’m the self-assured catwoman, not meant for a cage.
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