#BreakThings: I Need Two of Me

12.10.20

21 days left.

My end of year to-do list is growing by the minute.

Yesterday, I swore that I was going to clean out the chaff and start delegating.

I guess I don’t need to make a hair appointment, bake cookies for neighbors, clean out that closet, or get the dogs groomed.

I can also skip sending Christmas cards (whoops), cleaning the pine needles out of the gutters, and can shrink my holiday gift list (again).

I can put off finding a doctor in Montana. Ditto on the hair stylist. And I guess I really don’t need my rental house in Helena to be cleaned before I move in. I mean, if COVID doesn’t scare me, mildew and dog hair shouldn’t either.

Kyle can do the cooking and the laundry. So what if we eat tacos every night for a month?

That just leaves my lawyering work, my government work, hiring my staff, finishing my transition memos, writing my blog, writing my newsletter, packing up most of my possessions, buying essential holiday gifts, drinking enough water, remembering to take my daily medication, and trying to make time to breathe.

Maybe I should just clone myself?

I knew I should have studied science in college.

Apparently, I’ve killed thousands of trees using toothpicks to the test doneness of my cakes for no reason. According to Gen, The Toothpick Test is complete nonsense.

I posted this Caslon Sweater to the blog today. I love the mixed cable knit, but it is selling out fast in both the grey and ivory. Plus-size? Check the post for a similar texture in a v-neck.

There are all kinds of career shifts. You can pick up a side hustle, move into a leadership role, go part time, or open your own business. Career Contessa has a guide for whatever type of change you might be looking to make.

I need to build a home workout space, but I don’t want it to take over my whole house. So I looked around for workout gear that’s easy to store in a closet or under the bed. Check out my Amazon list.

We had planned to have a baby this year. But offices were closed, appointments were scarce, drugs were unavailable, and stress levels were extra high.

But we’re hardly the only ones struggling with trying to have a baby in the middle of a global pandemic. Because apparently it wasn’t hard enough. We just home 2020 didn’t steal our chance to have a child.

Need a place to send all of that holiday stress baking? The New York Times has the tips you need to craft the perfect cookie box for family and friends.