I’ve tried to change my life a little recently, a little bit of yoga, meditation, making little switches over to environmental household products, bath products and organic skin products. The use of essential oils and yoga has made me so much more at peace.
At the risk of sounding like a whack job, I think the latter has CHANGED my life!
I now take time to love my body a little everyday. A stretch or two, a whiff here and here, slowing down more often and being more aware of my breathing. It’s amazing how little changes can make my life so much happier. Today after yoga and during the shower, I suddenly feel this burst of gratitude for all the good in my life. (I know it sounds silly) But I was just happy and at peace with myself, perhaps it was the warm water, perhaps it was the exercise, perhaps it was the lavender oils or just the combination of everything! Life has been really good to me and I’m immensely grateful for everything. Moving here was hard before, but Kris has been the most amazing husband you can wish for, my new extended family has showered me with so much love and I’ve also met some really nice people here in NYC.
So with this new invigorated energy, I’m ready to end the year with lots of festivities and start the new year with renewed hope and positivity!
My yoga studio uses this bamboo chairs that are not only eco friendly but so pretty and surprisingly comfortable. I took this photo this morning before yoga class. Aren’t they cute?
Sometimes, I look back to a couple of years ago and marvel at how far NS1 has grown. Even before Kris had co-founders, he told me he had a project he was working on. A project that started out with his fine tip pilot pen and his black moleskin notebook. Without lines, because apparently he cannot use notebooks with lines.
A couple of months and many hours of tinkering later, 2 co-founders were found and they all began working on my couch, alternating between each others couches really.
2 years and a little more, they now have XX employees and are growing really rapidly.
I admire the tenacity and intelligence of my husband. It is not easy to start and grow a business.
However, I am also exasperated sometimes. Like now, I’m trying to study for my midterm tomorrow and he’s asking me 100000000 questions. Where is the brush, where did you keep the humidifier, are you sure the fan can be dismantled, can I take out the scones now? Where is the butter. Oh. My. God.
Sometimes, I feel that he needs me — just to do the human things.
Talking to Grief
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.
I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.
You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
my house your own
and me your person
my own dog.
I use to have this problem with handing grief. I tend to sweep it under the carpet and resume a bubbly self. Inadvertently, it comes and bites me in the ass, hard.
I would like to think I’m better at this in old age. Perhaps too, I have learnt to adopt a more positive outlook in life and somehow I do feel I have less to grief for and more to be thankful about. This is probably the best possible outcome. I’m a firm advocate of adversity tho, I think it makes one bigger, better and stronger.
Today I played tourist by visiting parts of Brooklyn via the East River Ferry.
I started out by taking the Ferry from Pier 11 on Wall street to North Williamsburg. I ate a traditional Japanese breakfast, at a hole in the wall Japanese establishment. There was maybe 12 seats in the entire restaurant and for a Tuesday afternoon, every single seat was taken.
The food was healthy and fresh, colorful vegetables, fresh fish. I had never eaten tile fish prior to this. The miso soup was delicious alongside the probably organic brown rice.
It was felt like 90 today, what with the humidity and relentless piercing rays of sunshine.
I listened to conversations, as I explored the rest of Billysburg. I witnessed a couple arguing at the street corner, teenagers giggling along the sidewalks, mothers screaming after their toddlers to slow down on their skate scooters at intersections but the most unforgettable person, I met today was the women quietly sobbing at the park in Long Island City. Laughter is infectious, and I smiled at the little kiddies tearing down the sidewalks, but sadness, that I’m not sure how to deal with. I offered her the best sympathetic smile I could as she caught my eye, but I quickly walked on to give her the room to expel her sadness. I hope she found a way to feel better after I walked on.
The view of Queensborough Bridge from Long Island City.
The view of Lower Manhattan from Brooklyn Bridge Park.
The view of Green Point, Brooklyn.
Long Island City, brand new Condo developments with a wonderful view of Mid Town Manhattan.
I love wandering into different neighborhoods in this city, and I’m grateful for being able to live in one of the greatest cities in the world.
The feeling of being free and happy is truly a blessing in life.
Speaking of which, time to go make my Boss some dinner!
Happy Tuesday everyone. I hope you had a great day too! If not, there is always a tomorrow.
Conversation this morning with the hubby
“Him: Argh! Client cancelled the call in the last minute, rushed to work early in the morning for nothing.
Me: Well that’s good right, start work early on a friday. You do know the penthouse isn’t going to buy itself right?”
I feel that people these days have a severe lack of respect for another person’s time. I hate it when people show up more than 20 minutes late and don’t apologize for being late. Its not the apology so much as the, oh 20 minutes is no big deal. Frankly speaking, I think it just shows that A) You don’t respect my time, B) You’re very badly brought up. Badly brought up because you don’t see a need to spare a thought for others and think that the world revolves around you so much that, ‘oh that person waiting probably has nothing much to do with his/her life and therefore can spend 20 minutes waiting at the street corner/restaurant doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!”
Not showing up at all is infinitely worse. Unless your dog dies, you made an appointment with me, honor it. Or tell me at least a couple of hours in advance that you can’t make it, or apologize sincerely when you can’t make it at the last minute.
There you have it. My rant for a Friday Morning.
No time to rattle on. I have a date with the library! 🙂