I’ve never thought of myself as a frantic or stressed out person. I mean, I am a city girl, so I’m sure there is some level of frazzled-ness that comes with that. Just the constant battle of traffic. Waiting in 20 minute long lines to get groceries, fighting for a good parking spot, you know… the usual city stuff. It does cause some level of stress. It has to, right?
The other day Devin said to me kind of out of nowhere, “you’re calm.”
I was a bit confused but said thank you, because I assume that is a compliment. At least that’s how I took it.
I like that. I want to be calm. I love being around calming people, and I would love to be considered one of them.
Maybe this can be my new mantra. Anytime I’m feeling overwhelmed or frustrated I can just think of the word… calm. Just saying it makes you feel a little more at ease doesn’t it? Something about that L matching up with the M. It should be awkward, but it feels soothing even just pronouncing it. Try it…. calm.
Or maybe I just found my happy place. Who knows. Either way, something is going right.
This past weekend was a happy one. Saturday we took the ferry from our island over to the city to the Farmer’s Market. It was crazy awesome. I mean, could you honestly imagine a better commute than this? This is how Devin gets to and from work each day.
And look… we are turning more and more SF with every passing minute. Our stroller became the grocery cart for our organic kale and watermelon.
Sunday was great as well. We walked to a little diner down the street for coffee and waffles. It was one of those places just like Cheers, everyone knew everyone’s name. They only accept cash, the bathroom is through the kitchen and the waitress was radical and had rainbow hair. She also is super into planking, and showed me some pictures.
If you don’t know what planking is, I suggest you google it. The internet is full of weird things.
From our little neighborhood diner we took a short drive to the now defunct Naval Base on the island where they hold a montly swap meet, much like the Rose Bowl flea market in LA.
After all of that, I was given the sweet gift of remembering that it was a three day weekend! Yay Labor!! So Monday we did the best thing we could do with a surprise extra day off – and went to the beach.
(that’s Devin out there!)
I hear a cold beer beckoning me from the fridge. It’s time to put a tired baby to sleep and have a calm evening. Goodnight.