Aujoud'hui, I say "merci!"...

parce que the older gentleman on the who plays the accordion on the uptown platform of the 6 train at 51st street is back and he toujours makes me feel like I'm starring in a French film ... so bienvenue et merci - you were missed!

I always mean to go to that side of the platform and drop something in his chapeau but since I'm always et forever en retard, I never remember to...

Peut-etre a demain...peut-etre...


P.S - my hair makes me feel very Amelie-ish too - so VIVE LA FRANCE!!!!!!

The motto of the weekend, you ask?

"There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the
singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless
and beautiful."
~ Howard Thurman

A very busy week, ending with me realizing I didn't breathe for most
of it so the goal for the next 2 days is to inhale some sunshine,
something beautiful, and feel peaceful ...

Sent from my iPhone

"Everything you can imagine is real."

- Pablo Picasso

Fancy kombucha time! I stayed strong
with the no-vino credo! Let me now get to my 30Rock and Office
giggling <contentedsigh>

When the day echoes your moods..

What a whirlwind...thunderstorms, raindrops, bright sunnyshine, rush rush, 2 meetings, barely time for the eating of the lunch (a handmade delight by the way, sort of my version of fattoush and tabouli but with quinoa instead and no pita), barely any coffee ( I know EGADS!), the state of mind going up & down, zigzag sideways, wiggling to irritated then blooming right back up to okayhood and right now I feel mostly like I'm in need of a glass of wine.

But I'm trying not to do that. I'm trying to be sooperdooper healthy, remember? Get my strength back up so I'll settle for picking up my laundry from the Magical Miraculous Laundress (so-called because of their use of "Magic" soap and "Aura Clean" bleach and softener - seriously, these are truly Laundry Fairy Godmothers!), making some kava tea, watching the Office and then to bed at 10. I need SLEEP. This entire week, I've tried to go to sleep early and to no avail - wide awake and bleary-eyed at 1am. Toss and turn. Once I get to sleep, I'm fine, but it's just the getting there part that needs work.

Sigh...I'm one tired lady. I've hardly been outside in fresh air all week, that's how crazed things have been. I simultaneously love and detest those times - I love to be busy, I love having projects to work on but I don't like it when I get in those modes where I feel like taking a break is a big deal. Must remember to breathe. Must remember to get some sunlight on that face. Especially because it's Springtime...

"Springtime!
Spring Time!
La

la

la

la la
la"

Now, I do believe I'll walk to Grand Central to get some fresh evening air time in my system... gute nacht!

Quotes to place under my pillow, to sleep on..,

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.

- Philo of Alexandria

When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.

- Willie Nelson

Look how pretty it is!!!

She has THE cutest bloggie stuff - I suspect I will be playing with the backgrounds (particularly around the holidays) and colors and stuff but for now, I'll leave it as you see it now

http://blo64rt.blogspot.com/

test photo sent to Bloggie via iPhone

Finally, I figured out how to post pics from my phone directly TO bloggie - what is it though?

Found at A Clear Path to Happy's blog - this should be my (ours, yours) daily wish, midday thought, bedtime prayer:

May I be happy.
May my friends be happy.
May my enemies be happy.
May all beings everywhere be happy.

The Psychology of Good Hair

I had sort of an weirdly anxious week. What I realized in getting "The Hair" chopped off was that "The Hair" was totally acting as a security blanket, something to hide behind. Coming into work on Monday, I suddenly felt very exposed so I'm guessing that "The Hair" had made me feel very something all these years - secure? Girly (because I'm not really girly)? I never had really long hair before and while I did like it, that hair was old - it's been around for years. So cutting it off made me feel like it was a good omen, a fresh start perhaps, a portentous ritual for Spring? Something like that. In any case, it's something that has made me feel better (so far) and much more comfortable in my skin in some ways. I could be wrong, but I think it suits my personality better.

I feel ... lighter.

We'll see how long the good vibe surrounding it lasts - you know me ... all it will take is one bad photo of it or one terrible hair day to ruin my love of it and for my raised self-esteem to come crashing down. I crumble easily in such situations.

However, I seem to be better at picking up my pieces and putting them back together again; quicker about the task, too. Has the puzzle gotten easier or am I just more skilled?