Adequacy: A Retrospective

I am pleased and humbled to report that I have been a successful lifestyle blogger for exactly two years today. In honor of that, I’m going to get real for a second: it’s hard living under a microscope and presenting my most adequate face to the world all the time. Believe it or not, sometimes I take photos that don’t measure up to my middling standards.

I never delete anything from my phone until I get scary notifications that demand it, so I went back through the archives and found some of my best failed attempts from the last two years:

I think the goal here was to do some kind of post about pajama fashion. I did not do that post. I unfortunately still took this picture.

When I worked in an office with a dress code, I used to leave my dress shoes there every night and wore these for my walk to the bus stop, creating this cropped pant/sock/shoe combo. The only reason I did this is because I ordered the wrong size shoes from Amazon and was too lazy to return them, so they were uncomfortable for walking long distances. I wish I’d gotten around to making a post about this, because it is absolute peak adequacy.

I’m not sure, but I assume I made a recipe and it wasn’t good?

I don’t know what this one is either, but I look very sad and it was probably part of a whole thing that never got written.

I don’t think this one was even blog-related, but it is very adequate.

This is from the time I planted my own garden and finally started to grow a pepper, immediately before the whole garden died.

I tried to paint my toenails and ended up splashing nail polish all over myself and the floor. This was supposed to be an adorably surprised expression but instead I look like the clown mouth at a mini golf course.

So even though social media is a place where we often feel like we have to put our best foot forward, just know that sometimes it takes me several tries before I look as flawlessly adequate as you see me on here. Nobody’s perfect, and as it turns out, nobody is even adequate!

Cheap Tattoo Hack: Cooking Burns

As a successful lifestyle blogger, I know that individuality is very important. Tattoos are a great way to tell the world how unique you are and turn your body into a work of art! But tattoos can also be expensive, and they require you to ask the question “Is there something I’d like to put on my body forEVER?” which triggers an existential spiral in even the most adequate among us.

Yesterday, I was roasting some tomatillos on the bottom rack of the oven. When I reached in to take them out, the back of my hand brushed against the rack and gave me a line-shaped burn. It was only about an inch away from the toaster oven burn I got two years ago at an Air Bnb, which left a small smudge of a scar near my wrist.


I had two choices: accept that I am someone who should own those potholders that look like big mittens, or embrace my fate. And, because true lifestyle success is marked by acceptance of the inevitable, I choose to treat these burns and scars as an invitation to have a tattoo that I never wanted.

What should I tell people this tattoo is? Tell me in the comments!