My week was loopy. The things I told myself would make me happy turned out to be duds and instead, I had so many accidental adventures that brought me unbridled joy. The list isn’t long but it’s meaningful…
- I found turtlenecks for under $20. Fleece and cotton. A recent frost forced me to pull out my favorite turtlenecks which led to much sadness. I love them, but they are on their way to the clothing retirement home. Now, I will have newbies to play with and love.
- I stumbled on two exhibits that were fascinating: Zevs‘ TRAFFICS IN ICONS and Willie Cole‘s If wishes were horses… . Zevs is a French street artist who turns a wicked eye to how the technology industry have come to rule us. What Willie Cole does with sculpture and shoes is genius. I wanted to sleep with his work. So imaginative and memorable.
- Reminded that being angry is not the end of the world. Staying angry is not the goal, though.
- A store that is curated like a magazine, set up like a gallery and sells like a store. Lovely.
- Lisa’s Advice is the new comedic web series from multi-talented co-creators Anna Christopher and Regina Taufen. The lunacy speaks to me.
And how was your week?
It’s not a long list but it’s a meaningful one…
- Found fleece leggings for $6.99. These are the leggings that make it easier to leave the house on chilly winter mornings.
- I got sick. I was going out to a swanky club for a private party. Cute outfit? Check! Make-up? Check! Drink & cab money? Check! My head was willing but my body screamed….
In the moment the pause pissed me off; after some reflection, I decided that what happened was meant to happen. It wasn’t enjoyable, but I gained the wisdom to appreciate life as it happens instead of wallowing in disappointment. This is a major leap forward for me.
- Having a Pema Chodron listening session is key to having a healthy week.
- I had an appointment with my hematologist and I didn’t have to pay because I had a credit.
- Lauryn Hill didn’t lie…
….the Original Broadway cast recording of Rent?
I am in that place. I don’t want food. I don’t want wine. I just want to hide out from the world and listen to East Village revisionist history set to music.
I hate myself for even considering liking this song.