It only takes 11 minutes to walk from my office to a really great Mexican restaurant. The journey requires walking under the 10–either through a sort of scary (yet exhilarating) and surprisingly clean foot tunnel or under an overpass decorated with giant (Gigante) faces painted in bright colors. Urban folk art, margaritas, a nice walk: win, win, win.
Sometimes the only thing standing between having a need and having the need met is speaking up. On Monday, I went to the weekly women’s group I’ve led for three years and, after an hour of listening to everyone share about their lives, I announced that I would be stepping down from leading and taking a break from attending. Specifically, I said that I was exhausted for no reason, burnt out and feared that I was bringing too much negative energy to the task. I had no idea how the news would go over. Although initially painful to admit feeling so weak, hearing the response from the group was like relaxing into a hammock. Thanks, gals.
Showing up at work intent on doing an adequate job rather than a white-knuckled-tense-jawed-I’m-gonna-do-my-BEST(!) job makes for a more pleasurable day. I’m not promoting mediocrity, I’m just yielding a bit while I figure out my priorities.
Being completely entertained by a good book is a huge quality of life issue. One of my old-new friends at Facebook recommended “Bright Shiny Morning” by James Frey (yes, the man who lied to Oprah). I’m laughing at the L.A. Times book review I just found. “Execrable”? Really? David L. Ulin, you sound a little bitter. So what if the book’s heavy on hyperbole and short on punctuation, the fact is, I’ve been in a better mood all week having this alternate universe to play in. To my FB Reading Pal who suggested it: thank you!
All of a sudden I’m liking Spoon. They kind of snuck up on me.