One year for Christmas I asked for a special present. I was only 17, and I was naive, but I asked. A year’s subscription to Martha Stewart Living. And I got it.
For 12 months straight I received a copy of the magazine in the mail. And when it came I marveled at the colors and the pictures and the ideas and the organization and the perfection it offered.
Clearly, Martha Stewart was not perfect. And the wonder has been lost from her still prominent (!) magazine. But I’ve found a new perfection to replace it with:
No, I don’t have a subscription. But the beauty of the magazine is the false reality it allows me to escape to. Where I know I’ll be more organized and fiscally responsible. And I’ll make the sweetest meals you ever tasted and I’ll find the best buys and be the most rested and beautiful I’ve ever been. I will.
Or. I’ll spend an hour reading my magazine. And that will have been good enough for today.