I started writing this midday Saturday at almost 1pm, in my PJs and I have gone from shoring up my village (yes, PinayNewYorker/GothamChick plays Clash of Clans! — as GothamChick), watched an episode of The Brink (my HBOnow subscription has been dormant the last 4 weeks! Wasted money!) and I’m trying to decide on how big that afghan I’ve been working on should be. (Note to self: This part of a handmade project should be determined/decided before I start the first row of stitches.) I’m also trying to see how much yarn a pullover I’m making for myself will need (something I failed to do with the afghan), and I’m trying to figure out if I will brave the chilly temperatures outside to get some “taking care of me” stuff done. No trips to the city for me this weekend — that much, I’ve decided. Not with this kind of weather.
But — I am here, and I am happy to be tapping away on the keyboard.. Writing has proven to be quite the best outlet for me, be it longhand, via art or through this little corner of the blogsphere. And I’m trying to catch all the bits and pieces racing through my mind before I completely forget about them. Little thoughts.. big ideas. Don’t you hate hitting a eureka moment and then losing it midstream? It hits you in the quiet moments how you should have taken the time to stop and ponder. And maybe the thought would’ve developed into something bigger.
Week in brief. This one’s a mixed bag. It’s been rather challenging and not without its surprises. (My 11-year-old locked himself out the other day, leaving his keys IN the house — so Mom rushes home. Thank God for understanding bosses.) It’s also been a time of reflection. (Need to do an entry for my “What do I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want?” journal.) Sometimes I feel I need a reality check when I get carried away. (Someone always reminds me about reality by texting me his version of “News Flash, Sister” bits..) Disappointment and frustration have a way of bringing us down to earth. This ship has touched the ground.
But it’s a week with its gems. One thing I have learned in the recent past is that you really have to focus on the positive and bask in that — and like another friend said, we make the most of what we have. And we did. And I am happy. I tell myself I should be so lucky. It may seem most days that I could be surrounded by better people, but I count the ones who make me smile and I think I’m in more than just a very good place. I’ve always been that person who won’t stop herself from getting a treat.. I get dessert when I want to — I am not deprived.
I look at the pictures I take these days, and the sadness and anger are no longer evident. (Either I hide them better or maybe they no longer dominate my psyche.) And I’m happy to be back to Medium — and these PJs I’m wearing had languished in my closet for ages because I bought it before I had my boy, and I couldn’t fit into it the last 11 years or so. Well, sometimes, I did.. that’s why it stayed in the closet. But it had been tucked into a far away corner and I just rediscovered it recently — and am wearing it again. Reason indeed to be happy! I count my blessings and I think about the things that are weighing me down — and maybe it’s the age or just experience, but I can let go much easier now.
Weekend plans. I’m in the thick of trying to put some order into my world. So more organizing, more crafting, and again, laundry. (I would rather do one big load every other weekend than do it every week.) I need to get moving with the letter writing, although I think I wrote some fabulous birthday messages this past week. I am trying to get ahead of some important dates coming up. I would like to think that receiving something in writing other than an email or text message greeting still counts for something.
I’ve managed to repair some jewelry / accessories that had broken through time, and while Saturday has come and gone with nary a new piece created, I’m still hoping Sunday will be the day for me. I’m seriously working on reopening the shop again, but I think I need a new header piece. I am continuing to work with my crocheting and am getting on with the projects. But that’s for the other blog where I discuss my crafts.
It has gotten chilly in New York and it’s that time of the year again when we have to wear layers. I’ve dug into my closet to bring out the sweaters — and my summer clothes will have to be tucked away higher or deeper inside until it gets warmer. We’ve started wearing coats again… still on the lighter side, but we can hardly go out now dressed in summer clothes. Chilly!!
Weekend thoughts. I am looking forward to Monday but I wish the weekend was longer this time around. (A real pause followed that sentence.) And yet on second thought, I think I would want it to end so that the things that keep bouncing around in my brain can fall silent in the din of work and being busy again.
I have a half dozen wishes in my head. A friend who just celebrated a birthday made a wish after blowing the candle on his birthday cupcake. I always wish birthday celebrants whatever it is their heart desires. Rather than zeroing in on something specific I wish for them, I think that to wish that they get that which they wish for is the better gift. If you want another piece of cake, I wish you that. If you wish success, I wish you that. If you wish to have more “me time”, I wish you that. If you want dessert this time around even if you don’t like sweets, you get it this time because it’s your birthday.
I’ve always been big on birthdays, and those who have known me a long time know that I make a big production of greeting friends and family, even if it is a belated greeting. It is always a good reason to celebrate the day someone came into this world — even if the celebrant is not big on birthdays. WE celebrate them! And I’ve always said that birthdays have no do-overs. Milestones or not, we should make it a point to celebrate the occasion.
I greeted a friend a week late on FB and she responded back. At least I didn’t get lost in the flood of greetings that came her way last week. Even a short greeting is good.. the point is — as we say in the vernacular — you remembered.
Speaking of which, I keep hearing this piece playing in my head — “Remembering.” A friend had introduced me to Avishai Cohen not too long ago, and it’s a very relaxing yet dramatic tune that I keep hearing in a loop. The last time I listened to this, I found myself in a different kind of blissful heaven, and after listening to it, I’m sure you’ll agree and find yourself there, too.