By: Gabriela Yareliz
I found a magic rice.
It cooks in six minutes. I don’t know what that sorcery is. I looked for it again this week like it was a sack of magic legumes and didn’t find it. I am on the hunt for Brad’s Organic Basmati Rice. (After years of feeling pure antipathy for rice, I am on a rice kick).
Staff meetings shouldn’t be longer than 45 minutes, and they most certainly should not be two hours of the day.
This morning, I was so on autopilot, I can’t remember if I spit out my mouthwash or accidentally swallowed it. It’s Thursday, and this is where we are at. (It was a minuscule amount, so I am not worried, and you should not be either. There will be no calls to Poison Control. Plus what would I tell them? I am not sure if I ingested it? Lord.)
Yesterday was Earth Day, and I was only outside for my commute, which made me sad. I will try and get outside midday, today. Wherever you are— get outside.
I got a text yesterday from a friend that started with “Wellness Check” Wednesday. We all need an occasional wellness check, which reminded me that May should become a month of medical appointments and check-ups. Have you done your annual check-ups and blood panels?
We need to keep each other accountable, and take care of ourselves. This is your PSA.
The trains from Brooklyn into Manhattan have been an absolute dumpster fire, lately. They make the morning a choose-your-own-adventure situation.
Tomorrow is Friday. Deep breath. We are almost there. And no matter where this train goes or whether I find that rice again— my breath is minty fresh.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 