"Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write. [It] was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened book on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, "Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'" - Anne Lamott
"Bird by bird."
I don't have enough fingers to count how many times I say this to myself daily. I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that this could be a motto that I would not be upset about if it ended up on my gravestone. It helps me get through. Through a project, through a day, through a problem, through a pile of laundry. Whenever the task at hand seems overwhelming, I remind myself to take it 'bird by bird.'
I guess at this point in my life, the phrase 'bitters by bitters,' would be more fitting. It's usually on those nights when I come home from working behind a bar for eight hours to hundreds of empty, little, two ounce bottles staring up at me. The mouths of the bottles are asking for me to fill them with bitters. It is their duty. Their true calling in life. This is about the time I tell them to settle down and I make an Erin's old Fashioned for myself.
After this, it's just "'bitters by bitters.'
Erin's Old Fashioned
2 oz. Rye Whiskey
1 Bar Spoon Brown Sugar Simple Syrup
1/2 Dropper Bitter Girl Bitters Batch One or Imposter
Put all ingredients in a mixing glass. Add ice and stir 20-25 times and strain over one large ice cube. Garnish with and orange peel.