There is always a day when Chicago explodes. There was a taste of it last weekend when it was really nice, but that was just the spark that set it off today. 85 percent of al fresco tables on Southport were full today when I drove by at 2 p.m.. Girls were donning tank tops, short shorts and strapless tops like there was no tomorrow. Cute ladies in billowy sundresses on bikes were aplenty. I listened to Remix to Ignition and heard Aalyiah on the radio. Four of the families on my block are sitting on their stoop or hanging out with their dogs. I finally got iced chai.
“Surrendering to the absolute truth that you are responsible for everything that you have in your life, is my favorite principle. This one offers you total freedom. No one is responsible for how you feel about ANYTHING, only you are responsible. You’re the only one responsible for how you respond and you can choose to be despairing and join the club of whiners OR you can choose to discover something about yourself that you may have overlooked before. Something that was keeping your “good” apart from you.”—Kyle King (via maryrambin)
“tangle witted in my opposite sex friendships
with too many emotions, got me bent up
and it’s real ill when something going on
but nothings being said trying to figure it out
wrapped all in your head just spit it out and I’ll
truly understand what the problem is
‘cause you got me twisted tryin’ to stress birds
kickin’ that f word
fuckin around, flirtin’ and stressin’ my nerves”—Cannibal Ox - The F Word
Today I seem to be suffering from a serious case of “Let’s not and say we did!” I just can’t seem to muster up the energy nor the desire to do all of the things that I need to do such as get dressed, make lunch, walk the dog and this one is the kicker: go to work. I did somehow manage to take a shower this morning. I think that happend only because I could bank on the shower being warm. Ok, time to attempt all of these things that I’d just rather not do today. xo
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Financial concerns and money worries are likely part of the picture this week because tomorrow’s full moon hits both your money houses. You feel torn between juggling what you owe others vs. what you need for yourself. “Money, money, money. It’s a rich man’s world.”
It is a rainy Friday morning in NYC and I had the time hardest time waking up.
When I did wake, I quickly realized that I don’t feel so well. My tummy is all kinds of queasy and mad. It must have been the granny smith apple with peanut butter that I ate sometime after midnight.
Regardless, I finally mustered up the energy to get out of bed and get ready for work. Took the pooch for the quickest walk ever. This mornings rain was coming in under my umbrella getting my tights all wet. I wasn’t very happy about it and neither was Nesta. She did her business as quickly as possible and headed back towards the apt, to get out of the rain in a hurry.
I reward her with a treat, kiss my sexy sleepy man goodbye and rush out the door to the subway. As you can probably tell I’m running quite late for work so when I hear the train coming before I am fully in the station I rush some more by flying down the stairway. I get to the turnstiles and there are two cops standing over a woman who is laid out on the concrete floor. She obviously was running through the station, slipped, and fell. This reminds me to use caution as I scurry across concrete floor covered in water. I carefully run down the stairs to make the Manhattan bound train that has just arrive. Mind you, the boots I am wearing have slick soles that cause me to slip-n-slide on the driest of days.
I make the train with my grandest entrance ever! I slide while running across the yellow bumpy barrier, do a bit of a back bend, belt out a “WHOA” and somehow manage to regain my balance. Safe! I made my train. I slide right into this morning’s home plate.
I could only imagine if I had actually fallen and laid my body out against the cold wet pavement causing the train conductor to call for help and holding up everyone, who like me are already late for work.
I’ve been a real positive polly lately. I’ve posted positive motivational tweets. I’ve tired the whole you create your own reality/universe thing. I feel like all of this has made a difference.
Today, on the other hand, not so much. I’m in a terrible mood. I’m exhausted. I’m running on empty. I can’t seem to shake it. So instead I am doing my best to accept the fact that days like this happen and then they pass.