It feels like just yesterday that my brother gave me a fake bag of coal he had found at the thrift store. It’s like a signal to the world that I’m about as cool as a dead battery. Seeing the fraying edges of that coal bag was like a slap in the face and I’m feeling so contentiously embarrassed by it. I mean, who would want to be gifted a fake bag of coal?
But the thing is, it’s not just any ordinary kind of coal. That bag of coal has set fire to my imagination. It’s a reminder that random moments and unexpected things can bring out the creativity in me. This fake… Read More »It feels like just yesterday that my brother gave me a fake bag of coal he had found at the thrift store. It’s like a signal to the world that I’m about as cool as a dead battery. Seeing the fraying edges of that coal bag was like a slap in the face and I’m feeling so contentiously embarrassed by it. I mean, who would want to be gifted a fake bag of coal?