As Times Go By

Do you ever find yourself in the middle of some mundane task that you've done countless times before but catch yourself reminiscing on maybe where you learned the skill in the first place? I had a busy day; at work, ran to the grocery store, got home later than I would've liked to make dinner for a sweet friend who would be here in an hour and my apartment wasn't as tidy as I'd like. I had bought a roasted chicken at the store and hoped to debone it before she got here but ended up leaving it until just now.  At 8:30pm. Late night deboning a chicken at my kitchen table, listening to some random playlist on spotify and being transported back to what feels like a decade ago...oh my lanta, it was a decade ago. I could hear my mom calling me into the kitchen and asking me to help her debone one of four chickens. Probably for some Thai feast she was having for people.  We would stand at the stove, elbows deep in chickens, talking, laughing, being quiet etc.  She'd

Tuesday morning I woke up at 1am with the most excruciating migraine/neck displacement I have ever had.  My too-much-watching-Grey's-Anatomy self diagnosed it as an erupted brain aneurysm but thankfully I was wrong.  I tried medicine, hot bath, tiger balm, heat. You name it, I tried it. It was awful. I couldn't sleep it off. I was just awake thinking about all the things that are stressing me out and waiting for the earliest spot at my chiropractor to get it taken care of ASAP. 11am. I went into my chiropractor's office, sunglasses on and looking like a diva as Mr. T walked in and asked what's wrong.  Maybe it was the stress of life I put on myself or just the pain in my body, but I started to cry (shocker). I apologized for crying to which he told me that it's okay and I need to let it out.  He had a plan of how to help the pain go away and I was eager for anything. Laying down was painful.  Everything was painful. But I laid there trying to get myself to rela

I love this tradition I've had for six years now, watching An Affair To Remember. ( And remembering my second degree connection to Cary Grant because of an old Starbucks customer, grande decaf Diane). I know it by heart at this point but it's still just one of the familiar things. I almost didn't get to do it tonight, but I decided I needed to make time to chill and turn my brain off. Have you seen it? Cary Grant and Debra Kerr make for a perfect duo separated by sheer pride. Ugh. Classic. I don't really have anything special to say tonight. Nothing's majorly wrong or extremely perfect, I'm just trying to figure it out.  But then again isn't everybody? Tonight I'm thankful for girlfriends, hugs, chocolates on your door step, flower deliveries, friends who push couches down the stairs for you and onto the curb, FaceTime, and honest chats with friends across the states. I love today. And the traditions I've made. I want to keep making more trad