The Peaceful Restaurant- Gratitude Journal- Day 6

Gratitude Journal- Day 6- October 15, 2016.

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โ˜† Having too much of a headache, I was unable to try to make any dinner but I was hungry. I decided to go out to that restaurant nearby that I was at the other night- The Peaceful Restaurant. Yes, that is it’s actual name! And it turned out to live up to its name each time. A warm, soothing bowl of chicken soup noodles, a glass mug of earthy green tea, and quiet music in the background, like a lullaby had me on the road to recovery. Even the tension in my shoulders loosened with every sip of tea. And I felt as if everyone around me was relaxed and using the place as a resting spot as well. Now I know where to go for some R and R while filling my stomach.

โ˜† Glow– by Jessica Maria Tuccelli – This book definitely picked me. I had never heard of it and was not looking for it. It just whispered “Buy me”, and wow! I had no idea what I was in for. I am only a few pages in and it has got me crying, laughing, hurting, hoping and appreciating. And the descriptions and language are gripping. I could learn a lot from this kind of writing, about how to improve my own writing.

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โ˜† Boston Pizza- brings back good memories of eating out with my mom and brother when we were so young. I don’t remember what we talked about, but I remember always ordering potato skins and my mom liking pizza with ground beef, green peppers and mushrooms. That was our signature family pizza order always. ๐Ÿ™‚

โ˜† Eating a mini vegee pizza today and having my own booth in the corner to dry off and contemplate life at. Or maybe I just was appreciating down time away from the constant buzz and bass of today.

โ˜† Dancing to that bass once I was reenergized from my Boston Pizza and Glow reading break.

โ˜† Sticking around, meeting new people, catching up with the ‘oldies’, and not feeling guilty about saying no, or at least knowing when to walk away and say thank you,… but no thank you.

โ˜† Dancing for my mom, and being aware of the actual moment when i realized that’s what I was doing, that that is what I just have to do. Dance YOU free. Dance for your peace. โ™กโ™กโ™ก

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A Room With A View- Gratitude Journal – Day 2

Gratitude Journal- Day 2- Oct. 11, 2016

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โ˜† I was annoyed that I had to get up “too early” to go pee (I know, TMI). But as I came back towards my bed again, I saw the amazing layers of purple, pink, and blue sky the sun had created. This is the only time I would have been able to see the sky this way. And then I smiled inside as I thought, Oh, THIS is why the Universe made me get up at this time! Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

โ˜† Being mesmerized by the morning sky, I naturally opened the balcony door to get a picture. Of course, I can’t actually capture the real beauty of what I saw in one shot from my camera on my phone. Not even close. But that moment allowed me to breathe in the crisp, fresh, morning air. Oh, THAT is why the Universe had me think that I needed to take a picture. Thank you.

โ˜† Glasses and contact lenses. I have such horrible eyesight; it started when I was very young- maybe 5. I would have missed this beautiful view and all others if I didn’t have contacts or glasses. Thank you for the miracle of sight.

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โ˜† Sleeping to the moonlight shining right into my room last night. I love keeping my curtains open at night and in the morning for these reasons.

โ˜† Tango dancing and tango music. Even when my foot was hurting last night, I could still sit and enjoy watching the beautiful dancers and take in the emotions that the music conveyed.

โ˜† Seeing my brother and nieces smiling and laughing and happy. Thank you, K, for the wonderful turkey dinner we all got to enjoy! It was delicious and smelled so good!

โ˜† Sight, sound, taste, smell… am I missing anything? Mom. I will forever be the most grateful for my Mom. And not even a sudden onset of Alzheimer’s- if that ever happens- could make me forget that. I sleep with her burgundy and blue winter wrap that she wore on most days. I just lay it on top of me and it keeps me warm and comforted. I guess that takes care of Touch,… and also Love. The endless kind. And hopefully the kind that knows no boundaries.

How Apartment Hunting Is Like Online Dating

apartment huntingSitting in my new apartment, I know there are corners that still need to be fixed- like the cabinet door that is loose under the kitchen counter, and the drawer where my utensils are that gets stuck sometimes.ย  There is the issue with the water spitting out too much onto the tiles outside the bathtub after I shower, and the sun beating down so strongly that my living room oftens feels more like a hot yoga studio.ย  But I am typing away at my computer, relieved that Iโ€™m here and settled for now, because it was only a couple of months ago that I was on a crazy search which I thought would never end- a search for a place to live.ย  It was frantic, disappointing and exhausting.ย  And it dawned on me the other day that running around looking for apartments reminded me of something else that frustrated me so much, something that I vowed never to do again. That something is online dating.

What does online dating have to do with looking for apartments you ask? Well, actually, I have found that they have a lot of similarities which I must share with you now.

Both online dating and apartment hunting โ€ฆย  Read the rest of this entry »