Today is a snow day. I think I enjoy them even more as an adult, except now I have my computer and email and phone at home with me. Still, it's a reprieve. And so, I am paying attention to the storm that has granted me this quiet time at home in my dimly lit apartment, baking bread, sipping mimosas, watching snow swirl.
Last night, the wind woke me up. It sounded like a living being, moaning, howling, shrieking; I listened to the millions of unique six-pointed snowflakes batter the glass. I thought about how strong the forces outside my walls are, and how warm and safe I am inside.
Davy Jones + penguin = love
Rather, P + penguin = love
At long last, I have my own personal penguin. P has adopted me a little blue penguin from the New England Aquarium and I love, love, love him/her. Please enjoy the vocal stylings of Davy Jones (whom I would have asked to the prom if I weren't 32 and didn't already have a fabulous husband) to celebrate.
While not a formal resolution, a proper lunch seems to be making all the difference to my mental health so far this year. It is not helping me save money, lose weight, or drink less, but it does create a structured amount of time to step away from my desk, spend time with a friend, and relax for an hour (or an hour and a half if I'm feeling bold).
Yesterday, while debating whether or not to enjoy a cocktail at my proper lunch with the delightful J (Me: No, I won't. I won't, no. Well, I'm going to the gym tomorrow so maybe), she enabled me in the most effective way: "Whatever," she said, "I'm having champagne. The French drink wine with lunch, it's normal."
Indeed! I looked around at the other people having lunch and wondered why we deny ourselves the small things. And so, we had a glass of champagne, we clinked glasses, and even returned to work with time left on the meter. In 2011: I resolve not to deny myself the little things.