Thrilling to Life

It’s true! I thrill to the mundane–something I avoided less than 5 years ago.

One of my New Year’s resolutions is to exercise 30 minutes daily. Every night, I do reps with free weights before hopping into bed with my journal (or a good book), and every morning I do pushups, then I take a walk right after I see the children off to school. I’m totally thrilled by the crisp air embracing my skin, and I do not care what kind of weather it is (although it likely helps that I live in MD, where the weather has been relatively mild this year!) Come to think of it–I’m likely surpassing my exercise goals due to joy. Afterwards, I return to work from home, while listening to the classical music radio station.

Yesterday, my daughter was off from school and I couldn’t wait to take her to the newly built Miller library. And I wasn’t the only one thrilled to be there, it was packed! We experienced lots of pleasant interactions, moreso as I held my perfect daughter’s hand as she hopped with equisite joy down each step of a winding staircase.

On the shopping front, I get excited about the organic food store–experiencing new foods and more important new people! Today, I’m planning to make a trip to my favorite consignment shop located in Dupont Circle, to peruse ecclectic casual wear and explore textures and color. On Sundays we participate in free family art classes at the Baltimore Art museum–a unique experience for my children and I, an activity that truly engages all of our senses.

Thrilling to the pleasure created by myriad subtle embraces throughout the day, offering a deeper appreciation of this journey we call life.


You’ve come a long way, baby…

This was the best christmas ever. Spent in the loving embrace of family and friends. The current economic situation has brought its blessing by taking more of the focus away from conspicuous consumption and put more focus on experiences: warmth, laughter, love, touch, conversation, and good home cooking from scratch!

I watched my perfect children in bloom under all the attention from the people who (it seems only yesterday) were their age.

This year, with my mother getting older, I took over the bulk of the Christmas cooking, at her home. It involved a lot of hard work that in previous years, I’d taken for granted. Both she and my father-in-law were relieved.

At the end of the evening, by unanimous decision I was asked to host next year’s Christmas.

I may be ageless, but I’ve finally grown up.

Law of attraction

I ended up NOT moving to the flat I’d earlier researched, submitted an application, and reservation fee for, not to mention visited the local school and daycare. In the end I trusted my instincts–the leasing agent hadn’t been the easiest person to work with and I couldn’t shrug off the ‘transient’ reference made by the school administrator. It meant right from the start my perfect daughter would be viewed as ‘other’ by the school–something I wanted to avoid. More details in earlier blogs.

We went with Plan B, an inspired choice and now live in an awesome neighborhood–a community of residents all interested in sending their children to great schools and viewing each other as neighbors. Our second day there, the neighborhood children took my daugther trick or treating. My son and I went separately and introduced ourselves to the neighbors. We all had a blast.

The school bus takes roughly 65 children to the elementary school (no stops) and the children are motivated and excited to hop on daily–some with violin cases in tow. My daughter, an extrovert is thrilled and my son (who used to be reluctant to attend daycare) looks forward to seeing his new buddies each day and I have an opportunity to pack him a lunch so he’s eating meals I approve of and prepare at home!

Yes, this utopia is more expensive than I’d budgeted for–and I still took the leap because I now believe in the law of attraction.

And a strange thing happened, the day after we moved in, I received a direct deposit in the mail for child support–something we’d not recieved in close to 3 years. And yesterday a distraught call from the leasing agent from the other flat–wanting to know when we were gonna move in. How about like never? Afterall, the beauty of living in America is your right to excercise options! Okay so I was nice about it. After hearing me out, there was an embarassed silence. Then more silence.

Finally, an olive branch–she unexpectedly offered to return my reservation fee.