The weekend of doing only what I want to do.


I booked myself out this weekend to do only the things I want to do -- which means yesterday I went to see Fame in the morning, joined Equinox and Yogaworks, then bought tons of fresh, local, organic vegetables at the farmer's market, then got some new jeans at American Eagle and popped into a couple of stores (I'm thinking about getting the studded Converse hi-tops at Free People, but am not sure I want to spend $148 at Free People...). Went to Bed Bath & Beyond, got a new shower curtain, bath mat, and a fan for my desk at work (will improve air circulation at the office, thereby improving my quality of life, I reason). And came home, ordered from my favorite local Chinese, watched "Pearl Harbor" on TV and fell asleep at 9:30. It all felt really indulgent. And good. So I decided to do the same thing today -- not the exact same stuff, but I decided to only do what I want to do. So this morning I woke up at 4:30, pretty much only because I went to bed so early last night, read the paper, answered some emails, and then went to a 9:00 a.m. yoga class. Walked through the rain and everything to go exercise... a first for me, I think. Came home and made an organic heritage tomato and cucumber salad (above) to be dressed in Tuscan balsamic and extra virgin artisan vinaigrette. Considered seeing a movie this afternoon, but there's nothing I really want to see, so I'll probably just stay home, tidy up around here, do some laundry and relax. It is indulgent, isn't it. I feel like I've been going non-stop for weeks, between teaching, my day job and working on stories for the upcoming VMan, it's been really exhilarating, but I haven't been able to breath and take care of myself. So here I am, taking care of myself. Self-lifestyle makeover starts now.
"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn