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Taking Time For The Simple Things

This morning is a dreary, rainy, Spring day. After dropping Md off at school, I grabbed a hot coffee and cut on some jazz (currently listening to the Dizzy Gillespie station on Pandora). The dog is curled up in the bend of my leg next to me on the couch. Looking out the windows, the backyard seems to be glowing against the gray back drop of the sky. To me, it’s a perfect morning. Just how I like ’em.

Since leaving my job at the end of March, the daily ins and outs of our life have run like a well oiled machine. I enjoy having the house cleaned, the laundry is finally caught up, I’m able to pick up Md from school and supper is ready and on the table by 5:30 p.m. I’ve been able to work on a few projects for myself and read! I’ve actually been able to do that as well! The past few weeks have really let me decompress. It’s as if I can finally take a deep breath. There is limited stress though, please don’t think it’s all sunshine and roses. I wouldn’t be telling you the truth if I said there is no stress, because there is a little bundle of it. Although, it’s nothing that’s unmanageable.

In two days we’ll be headed down to New Orleans and the pull that I already feel to get there is intense. The first time I went to New Orleans was for my thirtieth birthday, a surprise trip from my husband. On the second night there, he dragged me into a dueling piano bar and there in the corner sat my family and friends. They had driven eight hours to celebrate with me. Now that’s some serious love people! We’ve been several more times over the past few years and this time, we get to celebrate my brother in law turning thirty!  If this morning was perfect with it’s rain and jazz, I can only imagine what Friday morning will feel like with it’s freshly cleaned streets and chicory coffee. New Orleans is the first city I’ve been to where I feel as if I’ve lived there my entire life. When I say that, it’s not in a “I love this place!” type of touristy feeling. It is a deep understanding and connection that I’ve yet to experience in any other city. Thursday can’t get here soon enough.

Next up on my list is to polish up my draft for an independent publisher. I’ve been going over their website and getting my best work together. I’ve kept the browser window open on my laptop to remind me to QUIT SLACKIN AND MAKE SHIT HAPPEN. Seeing that this is an independent deal, I think I may have a better shot with some of my poetry. I’ve also been working on an art piece for a really cool jewelry maker in upstate New York. Although I haven’t been able to work as long as I’d like on it due to my hand. Ahh, the pains of love.

'Nothing Makes Sense Before Coffee' Print

 

 

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Middle of the Week

Currently listening to: Fugazi

Sipping on: hot coffee with sugar free vanilla

This morning I laid in bed listening as my husband got ready for work. Singing his hilarious ad libbed lyrics, I opened my eyes to peek at him dancing and smiled. Two weeks ago we had our bedroom repainted a light gray/white color. Now the morning screams through the windows and bathes everything in this luscious glow. I love it. 

After he’d left, I pulled myself from the comfy bed and dressed for the gym. My membership is based on a Wednesday-Sunday attendance. Sometimes I make it everyday, other times not so much. Which means I’m basically paying to skip P.E. class.  Today I was able to run/walk a solid 4 miles in 48 and a half minutes. I wanted to die. I thought about quitting. I thought about cake. You have no idea how much I miss cake. Or maybe you do, because you miss cake as well.

Sunday I started back on my no bread/cake/brownies thing. Good news is that not once (yet) have I found myself in the CVS parking lot eating candy in shame. I can’t help it, I love candy. It’s been easier this time, maybe because I was ready. I’ve been able to whip up some amazing suppers so far this week too. Last night I whipped up some jalapeno cheddar soup (tastes better with chicken. Otherwise it was too rich for me). Tonight I’m making a spaghetti squash chili pie. Mmmm. Chili.  The big challenge is right around the corner though, as I’m heading to New Orleans for a week. Damnit, who can say no to beignets? I’ll have to have one. Maybe two. Ahhh, life is too short to limit ones intake of powdered donuts, right?

Okay that’s enough talk about donuts. My mouth is watering.

I’m going to finish this coffee, tend to my veggie garden and then finish up a little art and knitting.

 

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Thursday:

Listening to: Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band live at Madison Square Garden

Breakfast: Green smoothie (small banana, 1/2 a pear, a few black grapes, kale, teaspoon raw honey).

Resting: after a brutal AM work out

 

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