I’ve started to notice that sometimes beets are the least popular thing at a dinner party, so for a while i avoided them. But one night, as a vegetarian, I found myself one night at a restaurant where the only thing I could eat was a beet and cheese “Salad” and when I asked them to remove the beets, the waiter laughed and said, well, you’ll only be eating a piece of cheese. So they brought it and I closed my eyes and ate it and I really, actually, enjoyed it.
I used to dry heave if i even dared run for more than 5 minutes straight. I forced myself to down that couch-to-5k app and ever since then, i’ve started to really enjoy building up my tolerance to running and the thrill of being able to run 20 minutes now without even thinking about stopping.
This one is a little weird – i’ll admit. There was just something about plastic silverware that i used to love way better.
For the day’s or nights you don’t feel like jumping in the shower – but your hair needs a bit of a refresh – dry shampoo has come to the rescue.
In my pajamas, eating take-out and watching Shark Tank at 9pm. Listening to the loud bass of a Ke$ha song thump outside my window and knowing that i’m okay, that i’m just fine, where i am.
Not having a car in a city makes getting anywhere quite the adventure (I was car-less when i lived in LA). When i lived in Florida, it was out of the question to walk a mile to get anywhere. But now, living in NYC, walking or taking a bus or riding a bike to get anywhere, I’ve found myself enjoying the road (or tunnel) it takes to get places and gaining a much better sense of direction.
Or ‘just because’ cards. Or hand written love notes to a person who you can’t stop thinking about and feel as though a text message or an email, even a phone call, isn’t enough.
I’ve been doing this thing called Morning Pages for the last two months. Every morning i wake up and i write down two pages worth of content – about anything that comes to mind. If nothing comes to mind, i simply write ‘ I don’t know’ until i can think of something. It’s an easy way to throw up all the things that kept us tossing and turning from the night before and start the day off fresh.
Sometimes being far away from someone and hearing their voice before you go to bed or when you have 30 blocks to walk home can make you feel less alone. Can make you understand that even when you’re far away from someone, parts of them stay with you. And there’s nothing like hearing their laugh or the familiar rhythm of their voice to calm the beating of your heart.
I used to stick my fingers in my ears and say “la la la” i can’t hear you whenever my parents tried to give me advice or guidance. Now, it’s my everything. I wish i could write down every single thing they tell me in a journal that follows me everywhere. Our parents mean something different to us at every age. Deep in my 20’s, it’s as if my parents have become the only constant and level-headed people in my life. The ones who seem to have just the right kind of advice to match the problem or challenge that i’m facing in my life.
Doing squats are the easiest way to pass time during commercials or while you’re brushing your teeth.
Only because i’ve learned that after a long cold day there is nothing better than clean sheets and jeans that don’t have random stains from the subway on them. Or a clean pair of socks – there’s nothing like a clean pair of socks in 20 degrees.
I welcome these kinds of situations in my life, now.
Mostly when with someone else, or on a fist date, or just alone in my room on a Sunday morning before i’ve reached for my phone or turned on the TV. The pure untouched silence of a moment and the feeling that i don’t need to interrupt it by saying something bland or repetitive or meaningless or turning up the volume on some overused device to infiltrate the nothingness that’s banging my ear drum.
Ah never mind… i still really don’t like those.