There is at least a method to my madness sometimes.
I wear trail runners to hike in so that when my feet get wet, they dry quickly and I’m not uncomfortable.
I buy cheap sunglasses because the universe has decided I’m not meant to own a pair. Granted to lose 2 pair to the same little creek is annoying regardless.
I speak to bees sweetly. For the most part they buzz on and mind their own business. This has served me well considering I’ve only been stung once in my life and that was because one got caught in my pants. Don’t ask, it’s the sort of stupid thing only I could have managed.
I dream big, because the prospect of losing my imagination is terrifying.