I'm a 50 year-old!
I'm not a kitten anymore. I'm a full grown cat! And I can't think of a better birthday present than this glorious leave of absence that I'm on. I really can't. What a good clean feeling it is to wake up each day full of the possible. No foreboding. No heaviness. No anxiety. Gone. Like leaving a smoky room and stepping out onto a porch where a breeze is blowing. The air is clear as glass.
My good friend Lewis took me out to a fabulous birthday dinner at old-school Yamashiro in Hollywood Hills. Our corner table was occupied so we sat at a center table with a sparkly view.
photo below courtesy of Yamashiro
I had my usual miso salmon & lemon mashed potatoes with grilled asparagus.
Friday I'm going for an overnight visit with a friend. She's taking me to an alpaca farm. This feels like it should be written in all capital letters. I'm terribly excited about the thought of touching a big furry alpaca. Well who wouldn't be?! WHO?
No one, that's who.
I'm spending my days finishing up my travel journal, adding photos, and taping it all for the class. You know having a cheering squad come with you on a solo vacation is not without its merits. I'm finishing my travel journal up in record time. Sometimes I drag it out for a couple of months. Not this time! But I do love lingering over the photos.
Thinking about strolls through Venice's narrow passages. Fog, mist, sun, very little rain. My feeling about a winter trip was spot-on. Somehow, someway my travel hunches always lead me to just the right places.
Next weekend I'm going on an art retreat with my sister and a special friend. can't. wait.
My mornings without technology are going very well. I'm thinking of expanding this idea. It's nice to enjoy the winter sun in the kitchen. To drink coffee, write in my journal, think.
Are you doing this too? Don't you love it? Talk to me.