And then I thought: When did I stop listening to Carla? We spend so much time telling ourselves “no.” No to the second slice of cake. No to the spontaneous beach trip. No to the expensive cheese. No to the afternoon nap. We’ve been trained that cravings are weaknesses—little gremlins of impulse that must be tamed.
Carla craves. And for the first time in a long time, I’m listening. carla craves
For me, that voice has a name: .
What do I actually want? Not what I should want. Not what’s practical. What does my inner Carla crave? And then I thought: When did I stop listening to Carla
Go ahead. Give Carla five minutes. I finished the pickles. Not all at once, but over three days, with zero guilt. And you know what happened? Nothing dramatic. The world didn’t end. My jeans still fit. But I felt seen by myself. Like I’d kept a little promise. No to the expensive cheese