it’s been a long, hard, cranky day. but productive, actually. but we are here to be grateful, yes, right? gah, i forgot. here goes (crreeeeak–that’s my gratitude muscle, rusty. here comes the lube)–i am grateful for:
1) the perfect sweater weather. good god it’s like a crisp non-mealy apple out there. perfectly, wonderfully platonic ideal of a fall day and night.
2) getting to see thich naht hanh this weekend.
3) being home
4) dinner with my mom at rosa mexicano. that guac.
5) surviving september
6) yoga at om–who knew? i hadn’t gone in a zillion years and so far not one yoga teacher yelling at me. in fact, they have all been totally cool with me having an injury and modifying for it. and they ask you your NAME. really. fascinating.
7) m.c. freaking yogi the other night. and the glorious sweat. dance sweat is like no other sweat–i’m pretty sure it has its own pheremonic brew of luscious melodies you can smell and hear if you have that kind of nose and ears.
8) the dear ms. e. for helping me with my last push on the freelance project
9) getting to feel like a reporter again, interviewing people, writing profiles. something so deeply satisfying–crazy-making, but satisfying.
10) getting my very first rejection. it was seriously the best rejection ever. once this is all funny and the book has sold and all i may just frame it. the kindest.
11) sistahs
12) kittens
13) the pumpkin muffins i baked last weekend. from a recipe from gourmet! r.i.p.
14) breaking dawn. ms. meyer has me, baby. and i like it.
15) the mint iced tea i’ve been making every night. it’s so lovely to come home to.
16) coffee at pret a manger
17) raspberries from windfall at the farmer’s market
18) being reminded (thanks, j.) about the *pursuing* part of the dream-chasing. ohhh right. dreams don’t just fall in your lap even when you’re breaking your ass for them. you pursue. and something is good about the process, or something? i hear. patience and persever…zzzzz. what? oh yes, process. not goal. fine, if i have to.
19) that i finally talked to this guy i’ve seen at every hippie event for years. and, wow. yeah, fantasy over. reality really is quite a lovely thing sometimes.
20) sleep
