They’re a pleasure to hold and even more fun to swirl..
I would literally go on TV in Mexico City Monday through Friday or whatever it was and announce the winning lotto numbers.It taught me to show up, it taught me to be able to talk to anybody, and it got me over any sort of stage fright I had ever had to be on a stage to talk and just do it..
I also worked as a simultaneous translator for the Mexican Railroad Union so I would go into really intense meetings when I was like 20 years old, translating simultaneously between two people.Each side had their own translator and I was the Mexican side translator.Everyone was in suits.
It was so mentally exhausting and it was like a two-hour meeting with just back and forth negotiating.But I loved it because it pushed me out of my comfort zone.
It showed me that I could do it if I put myself in a place and just commit to doing it and practice, I can get to the other side no matter how complicated, no matter how weird and bizarre..
Meanwhile, all of my friends in the United States were graduating from Berkeley, had fancy jobs, and were buying a house and getting the white picket fence.Nabs were (and still are) a snack that everyone can enjoy exclusive of socio-economic status.
(Unless you, like me, have been allergic to peanut butter and now just stare longingly.)Possessing a pack of Nabs isn't a telltale sign of anything except immediate hunger.
Nabs are what you eat when you're kind of hungry, but not enough to eat an actual meal.In other words, they're acceptable to have when you're fixin' to eat and they won't ruin your dinner like candy or potato chips—or so says my mother.
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