Roast Chicken 4: I'm In My Bag

Actual bags. sourcing great ones, being IN yours for a new year.

“I’m in my bag.”

That statement is how I feel when I’m doing it right. It? Life - all of it. Not right for other people, or right for some way I should be doing things (what even is that) but right…for me. A me that’s honest about when shit truly feels and flows beautifully. When I’m passionate and magic is being made. When I can confidently say, “I’m the shit” and I don’t mean in a pep talk way. Being in your bag is important, and being honest with self about when you’re in your bag - equally important. Triple, quadruple, quintubidibbly and more equal weightiness prizes go to:

1. Taking time to figure out the right bag for you.

2. During that time, experimenting with different aspects of said bag.

3. Being okay with the bag not being the bag forever. IMPERMANENCE BAG!

I’ve been in my bag before. I’ve had many bags that I love. For the past few years, I’ve been leaning further and further into a couple of magic bags. Putting my stuff in them, taking them on trips, maintaining them and making sure I don’t overload the weight they can hold. I’ve found my favorite everyday bag. It brings me joy, it represents my style. It’s versatile and soft. Reversible (I know, right) with amazing quality AND it’s getting better with time. I am talking about an actual physical bag and yep, a life path. But here’s the actual bag: