My usual route to work is a left turn, a highway merge, and 20 minutes of road rage. The coin said Heads: Go right. Right took me down a residential street I had never noticed. I drove past a library with a giant bronze owl statue. I saw a woman walking three golden retrievers who had perfectly synced their steps. I arrived at work calm. Not efficient. Calm.
My rule: No meal prep. Let the flip decide between Salad (safe) or the food truck (chaos). The truck was selling "Nashville Hot Cauliflower." It looked like a science experiment. I ate it. It was so spicy my ears rang. I hated the first three bites. By the fifth bite, I was laughing alone at my table. I haven't laughed at lunch since 2019. apkfew
I have a confession to make. I am a control freak. My usual route to work is a left