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Day 72

I worry for my dad because he is a revolutionary. He wears his convictions on his sleeve and he lives by the credo “if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything”. To that end, he has picked an unconventional path within an unconventional path. As a full-time Hare Krishna preacher, he has chosen…

Day 71

My dad has optimism down to a science. Sometimes it blinds him from reality but those instances are few and far between. Plus you have 6.9 billion other people in the world to give you that reality check. You know the book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living? If Dale Carnegie were alive he…

Day 70

Pita is the ridiculously optimistic, spiritual compass, dad joke teller extraordinaire, pep talker of the family. He is the consummate persuader. He once talked the Apple store into not only replacing our defective Mac computer but giving us an upgrade worth $1000 for free. My dad is a positive reinforcement guru and he constantly anticipates…

Day 69

So much of my childhood narrative focuses on my mother; that she homeschooled us, that we were spoiled with attention and care, that there was so much love growing up – so much so that sometimes my father, our backbone, gets left out of the details. He’s incredibly smart – a university gold medalist and…

Day 68

Last night, I started to write about my father and the gratitude I feel toward everything he has done for me in this life. I was hoping for something concise and Instagram-friendly but instead, it got really emotional for me so I called him for a few minutes and sent him a follow up text…

Day 67

Sooooo I went to a Lavender Festival last weekend. I was very tempted to write something pithy like “live your life like a bee  and collect the honey 🍯 ” or “grateful for the amazing lavender festival” (I am, for the record). But as Rihanna reminds us on her defining motivational number, “Hard”, I stay “never lying, truth…

Day 66

Today I’m grateful for the ☀️, the rays that pour through my room in the morning and the semblance of summer that has FINALLY set in. Ok yes, it is really really hot and it makes me swelter and miserable but nothing lasts forever and I am, after all, a California girl.