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Let me just say this: self care can be hard.  There was not one day this week when I didn’t want to stay in bed, all warm and cozy.  But still I got up and I showed up. Because, that too is self care.

Day 13: I left the office at a reasonable hour to see some friends I don’t see that often, including one who lives in another city and was in town for a few days. Getting to see girlfriends always means a fun night out.

The cocktails weren’t bad either.  A Manhattan always makes me feel so grown up.

Skylark Manhattan

And, it was St. Patrick’s Day.  The Empire State Building celebrated along with us. How lucky I am to get to see a view like that.

Empire Statue Bldg on St Patrick's Day

Day 14:  This day was just plain hard.  I wanted to do anything but what I was supposed to be doing.

I wanted to be frolicking on a beach with cute cabana boys bringing me lobster salads.  I wanted to be at the spa, knots untangled and mind de-stressed.  I wanted someone to send me on a private plane to Paris, and when we landed, I would start with a gluten, butter and cream-filled eating binge and end with a shopping spree at every designer store—and someone else would pay for it all.

Instead, I was at my desk needing to get through my massively long to-do list.  So I ate chocolate instead.   At 11:30 in the morning.

And it was good.

Marzipan Chocolate

Day 15:  This was the day that I said, I got nothing.  I felt like I had nothing left to give, even to myself.

And then I felt loved.  (Please see the previous post, Grace: Abundance.)

You are Beautiful

Day 16:  The princess in me wanted to sleep in, but instead I got up before the sun rose and I got on the bike.

I also sweat like I’d never sweated before.  It felt good to work out everything I’d been carrying all week.

SoulCycle

Day 17:  Going home and cleaning out the DVR and catching up on what happened in the world that week may sound like a self care fail.  But sometimes it’s all you need.

Day 18:  This was the day I took a three-hour nap.  Finally, I let myself get some much needed rest.

But, before I put myself down for nap time, I was moved to see a block in my neighborhood covered in inspiration written in sidewalk chalk.

Amazing

Beautiful

It was extraordinary to fall asleep with this inspiration for my dreams.

Day 19:  Sometimes it’s a challenge to make time for the things that interest me, but this day was spent, happily, at a food styling course.  I learned some fascinating tricks that I hope to use on this blog in future posts.

Afterwards, I took myself to ABC Cocina, one of my favorite places in Manhattan. Everything I’ve eaten there has been heavenly, especially this shaved brussels sprouts salad with a flurry of cheese and Marcona almonds.  This would convert anyone who thinks they hate brussels sprouts.

Brussels Sprout Salad-ABC Cocina

And these short rib tacos with habanero relish—they were savory, succulent, and scrumptious.

Short Rib Tacos-ABC Cocina

A perfect way to end the week.  Here’s to the next 7 days of caring well for ourselves.

xo, with goodness & grace.

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I like to find the poetry in my favorite things each day.

Some days, though, the poetic morphs into hysterical laughter.

As I walked home from work this evening, I called my friend who had left me a message earlier in the day.  She regaled me with a hilarious tale of a date she had with a man she just met on a dating app.  (I will keep the details between us girls.) It was so amusing that I had to stop into a park and find a place to sit, just so I could fully focus on giggling.

People still looked at me as if I was insane.  I don’t care, though.  It felt good to laugh unabashedly.  I embraced the joy of the moment.

Tonight, I am grateful for crazy stories, living in the moment and the gift of girlfriends who make me laugh.

There are only two ways of spreading light—to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

— Edith Wharton

This quote reminds me of my best friendships.

There is nothing more powerful than the bond between girlfriends who have seen each other through many of life’s changes.

When my friend Sandy unexpectedly called last night, we had one of those conversations where the feelings are real, raw and deeply personal. Though we email occasionally, we haven’t seen each other in over a year.  But have the kind of friendship where we aren’t face-to-face often, but when we are our dialogue is as intimate as if we saw each other five minutes ago.

Today I woke up feeling a deep gratitude for her and the years we’ve known each other.

Having met as young-ish adults, we now marvel at what different people we were back then.  The world was also younger and less technologically advanced, a time when email was not yet commonplace and iPods didn’t exist.  Our lives were simpler, but somehow felt complicated back then as we flailed about, trying to figure out who we wanted to be in the world.

We’ve seen each other through our varied iterations: new boyfriends, unrequited love, marriage, sick parents, homeownership and on and on.  We’ve stood witness as we grew into the women we are today.

The one consistent element throughout our friendship has been our love of food.  We’ve bonded over many things, but most especially crème brûlée.  (And for the record, we are both greedy and we want our own dessert.) She laughed about my food personalities over the years: a vegetarian who didn’t eat any vegetables when we first met, later morphing into a carnivore who ate every piece of bacon my eyes fell upon, and now navigating the terrain of a gluten-free girl.  She, on the other hand, has always been the steadfast domestic goddess, churning out beautiful baked goods for everyone in her neighborhood.

As we ended our conversation, she said, “you know, I’ve always said that we are soul sisters.”  The bonds of female friendship, uniquely and intimated tied together at the heart.

And for that I feel very grateful.

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