I love lists. My life is oragnized in lists:
- Daily and weekly to-dos neatly categorized by topic
- Contacts (because who remembers phone numbers anymore?)
- FB friends
- Recipes that I have reviewed and want to cook
- Books I want read
- Playlists on Spotify
- “My List” on Netflix
- Travel bucket list
- Affirmations and intentions
- Wish lists
- The never-ending grocery lists
I also take great pleasure in reading a good list. I recently found a list, written by Dr. Watson describing Sherlock Holmes, that appeared in A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. Can you see the essence of their entire relationship captured in this list? Continue reading “The Pleasure of a Good List”
I did it! I took the leap of faith and asked the kind lady at the cafe to fill up a bowl of green goodness loaded with proteins and various crunchy things and set down to eat breakfast. I have been watching and hearing people eat salad for breakfast and my reaction has always been “good god!” or “yuck!”or something equally childish. Then my fantastic California-based cousin mentioned eating salad for breakfast and my mind started thinking. I love my cousin and think she’s one of the smartest and most amazing women out there. Trying to eat low carb and also kind of vegan gets annoyingly boring very quickly. But once I got over the barriers in my head the rules that said salad is acceptable for lunch and dinner. It wasn’t too hard.
This made me think of the limitations we put on ourselves the ideas we hold dear sometimes not even understanding why and we limit our dreams, our abilities, the joy we could get at this very moment if we just put down the bagel and picked up the salad bowl.
How do you break the habits and patterns? Either you have the self-awareness, the daring do or you have fabulous people in your life who will push you, make you try new stuff and widen your horizons, make your world varied and just a bit richer.
And you thought this post was about salad?
Last year this time we were in Ushuaia as part of our two-week sojourn to southern Patagonia. Today I complete 30 weeks of my pregnancy. My baby is 10 weeks away and I have months of late nights, breastfeeding, poop patrol, diaper changes, loud cries, yawns and sweet smiles to live through but I’m already thinking in terms where I can go on vacation with my baby. I’ve already ruled out a few on my list of places to see. Cambodia (Angkor Wat specifically), South Africa, and Morocco can wait. It doesn’t help that I subscribe to Travel and Leisure, or have a new liking for travel writing or that Chan Brothers advertises in the newspaper every single day or that to top it all Silk Air has set up a reservations office in the lobby of my office building.
How will motherhood affect my wanderlust? Continue reading “Wanderlust and Motherhood”