I tend to do my best crying on the rug in my bathroom. I don’t know why. I have always hated that rug. It’s from Costco and made of recycled plastic bottles. Its smells perfumey like bath and body works and hair products and yet time and time again that’s where I find myself with snot coming out my nose, red, puffy eyes, surrounded by wads of questionable Kleenexes. I didn’t always find time for my rug so easily, even though it beckoned me in all its recycled plastic glory