Today has a slightly ominous feel to it. It’s raining yet the sun wants to emerge, a man is standing below my apartment, arm stretched screaming his lungs out…I think, he thinks he is moving the clouds. Perhaps he is…. It’s Friday the 13th and despite not really believing in bad luck, I have a funny feeling something is going to go down today. I will keep you posted. For now, I am off to work. ciao xoxox
I love to preach about how everyone should seek to obtain balance in their everyday lives. Why? Because that is what I want and what I firmly believe constitutes a healthy and happy life. We all need a bit of balance.
I confess, however, and hang my head in shame as I say before you that I have NO balance in my life currently. After having started two jobs recently, I find myself in a situation where I 1) sleep less than five hours a night and 2) I find myself sitting in front of a screen for an un-godly amount of hours of the day.
How did this happen? How did I suddenly start skipping meals, not moving my body and worst of all – loosing sleep?
I know that parents out there will say, honey, just wait ’till you have kids. And I am. I am waiting because the idea of sleeping less than five hours a night scares me to death. If you could see what I look like on such little sleep, you would be scared too.
Today, however, despite a pile of work wining at me, I went to the gym and it felt swell. Endorphins went mental and I was high. High on all the goodness that comes with shaking ones body violently for an hour. But that doesn’t mean I have re-gained balance in my life. I made a small step towards it though….perhaps that is the trick, baby steps. One small step today, one giant step when looking at the big picture.
I fear, however, that one day, in the far distant, oh-my-dear-God-may-it-not-happen-too-soon future…when I do have children, that I will be an awful, terrible, miserable human being. How does one balance breast-feeding, eating right, going to the gym work, sex-life, friends…how, I ask? How? I suppose the trick to life is finding balance within the situations one encounters throughout ones life span. When a child is in the picture, you find balance within that specific situation…and so on and so forth.
Easily said, difficulty done. But if it was easy it wouldn’t be any fun, I tell myself in an effort to nudge myself along…
On that note, I am going to bed. For the first time in two weeks I am going to get to sleep before 1am. The face mask is on my head waiting to cover my two tired eyes…
Goodnight Moon. Goodnight amigos…I shall now go dream of balance, booze and bacon. Because I have been craving it, but that’s for another post.
Bad me, really. Today I uttered the awful sentence, “Whatever. Doesn’t matter”. The self pity and irreverence drips off of this one. It does nothing but dismiss, ignore and foster bad feelings.
If accepted, the “whatever” which is a very important “whatever”, festers, propagates, multiplies, germinates…inside of you. In short, it grows and sooner or later it explodes out of you.
If rejected, this whatever is a tool to cause distance, to guard the inevitably vulnerable self that we expose when we love.
But instead of lashing out with the easy phrase of “whatever” take a second (heck even minute) to re-iterate, repeat and try again. Lovingly. Chances are that what caused you to recoil into a “whatever” never came from a bad loveless place.
Don’t act like a dog in a corner, there’s no need to bite.
As I was doing research for work I stumbled upon the eco-friendly hotel – Hotel Endemico Resguardo Silvestre in Baja California of world-renowned Grupo Habita. This eco-hotel is the winner of the 2012 Best Small Hotel Award from Travel and Leisure and was designed by Gracia Studio. Twenty independent rooms, or EcoLofts, span over the terrain each elevated above the soil. The minimal box-shaped rooms step out onto a wooden deck which has a clay fireplace. Oh the suffering. At night you stare up at the stars, sip some local wine(s) and breathe. Lets not forget that there is also a pool, winery and yes, a delicious restaurant.
It has not, from what I can understand opened to the public yet, but when it does I shall make it my business to go and review it! It is located in the Valle de Guadalupe and something tells me it is close to the restaurant Laja, a place that everyone should eat at. All the produce is grown in their garden’s – this culinary “mecca” is a must for all you people who like to do the eating of simple good food.
Picture from the Laja website
Picture from the Laja website
It’s Wednesday so lets dream about going to Hotel Endemico and eating at Laja, go on, I invite you.
xoxo
Expressing, explaining, conveying…simply stating how we fell is often quite difficult. Whether it is at work, home or at a restaurant, sometimes we just can’t seem to say what we want. Have you ever tried to have a conversation with somebody in a crowded coffee shop and found it difficult to concentrate on what you are saying because some loud mouthed so-and-so is blabbing far too loudly far too close to you? Well that is what it feels like when your brain wants to say x and your heart (emotions) blurt out y [or vice versa]. You end up staring at the person’s face before you and panicking about what you just said. Unable to recapitulate the situation your fall to a quick demise.
Mis-communication is simply put, awful. All I can say is sometimes it’s best to keep things as basic as possible. Perhaps going back to our neanderthal manners, utter short sentences, perhaps a few gutteral sounds, use your hands and make it quick. (This is not a recipe for a quickee…. although it can be).
Now, the irony of this post is that I may have failed to communicate what it is I am trying to say.
It is 1:30 am and perhaps my brain is too fried to communicate anything other than “zzzzzzzzz” and “zzzzzzzzz” again.
‘Till tomorrow fair friends.
xox
Afternoon confession – I fell in love with the lovely lady selling me my glasses today. She remembered the style I had liked two months ago (I didn’t). I would have bought anything from her. I am a blatant sucker for good service. Wine me and dine me and I’ll say yes to anything. Seriously. If you feel like falling in love, head to the A. Kinney Court – the best place to buy glasses in LA.
Then I walked home amongst the flowers of Abbot Kinney.
Downstairs I have a juice shop, coffee shop, Indian, Japanese and Peruvian food…the lot. As I went down to get my regular açaí with lots (I mean mounds of granola) I had a chat with one of the locals. As he munched on his breakfast (at 3:13pm) I asked him a random question about the juice stores new Mexican joint across the street. “Yeah, I was looking forward to it too – they were talking about some Mexican Cuban fusion shit but now Monica (lets say that’s her name) got pregnant so…”Oh well, what can you do..” I said in an okay I got to go back to work tone. “Not have sex” he replied.
Yes, true – one could take such a matter of fact stance to life. But the notion of not having sex is, lets face it, not an option. It’s like saying, life got in the way, so stop living. Uh, no. Not an option thank you.
What I liked about this dudes attitude was his pragmatic approach. Don’t fret, just get on with it…
And with that I continue my day, relaxing and shrugging my shoulders….Maybe today’s a “bof” day….the genius expression of the Français, summarizing okay, so so, nah, whatever, regular, boring and bland all into one beautiful three-letter word – BOF -how very French I feel. My third name is Therese, so I am basically French (or so I would say as a child).
All that’s missing is my cigarette (it’s too hot for a burette)… or vice versa.
Monday evening tune (for your evening gimlet, G&T…) – Some Kitty, Daisy & Lewis -They will be at El Rey Theatre on the 6th of April (with the Leftover Cuties)….see you there xoxox
The Similar Synonym of Cinnamon is, not, Nutmeg.
This is part of a series of pearls of wisdom that effortlessly emerged from my lips last night. This morning I awoke repeating this beautiful tongue twister in my head and I started to contemplate the bizarre nature of this world we inhabit.
How very Sunday’esque you may say and to this I say “aye” it ’tis. I even sipped upon a muffin and nibbled on my coffee simultaneously…uh hugh.
This has been a week of oddities. Perhaps it has to do with some planet being in retrograde or the stars having an itch. God only knows (and he ‘aint sharing) so why has this week had us all on our heads?
Cars have broken down, fights have broken out, beloved animals have passed away, rain has taken over LA… what’s next? Hail. Yes, it already happened it hailed in LA. Meanwhile everyone in Oslo is enjoying sunny spring weather. Go figure.
Perhaps these odd times are here to remind us all to take ourselves less seriously, to find the beautiful in strange, to smile when we want to cry. Perhaps this up-coming week is about going left when you want to go right.
Finally, sometimes we need to add music to our life, our own soundtrack. The song “The Game of life” by the Leftover Cuties I find very fitting for the last week and perhaps even the one to come….
Enjoy xoxox
