For most 20- and 30-somethings, having your birthday fall on a Saturday is the perfect opportunity for a crazy night out. For me it meant brunch, a picnic, Mexican food, and falling asleep before 11 p.m. It was my idea of perfect.
At the start of the weekend, I had given myself one goal: Do not think about work, errands, exercise, or fussing over the dog. Lately I’ve had more trouble focusing on enjoying the moment, and it often feels like I’m moving from one errand to the next, without absorbing a thing. My mission was to live in the present, forget about to-do’s, and remind myself that all those “pressing” things could wait.
But even on my own birthday I couldn’t relax! I woke up knowing the dog needed adequate exercise before being crated throughout the afternoon. And then, “I should really go to yoga tomorrow,” followed by “We should really finish that DIY project by Monday.” Ugh, I couldn’t even sit still on the day where I have full license to be a waste of space. Ay carumba. I struggle with this ADD and guilty feelings more and more lately, and I know it’s something I need to work on. Maybe I should start taking baths or meditating or something. Ideas are certainly welcome.
But I am happy to say that, whether I finally made good on my goal or the previous day’s calorie assault did me in, I was quite the couch potato on Sunday. I watched maybe five episodes of Locked Up Abroad and ate Tex-Mex leftovers for breakfast. Gross-sounding in retrospect but quite delicious on a lazy Sunday.
Here are some scenes from turning 29:
BloomBash at the San Diego Museum of Art, where more than 120 pieces of art are interpreted through plants and flowers. The piece above is a translation of a painting of Garuda, a bird-like creature from Hindu and Buddhist mythology.
Picnic in Balboa Park with friends. Each person had to bring a dish that started with the first initial of their first name. There were cookies, cheddar, taro mashed potatoes, and lots of names starting with “A” that resulted in asparagus salad, two artichoke dips, and agua de coco (coconut water).
Not pictured: a pedicure at Sugar & Spice Studio in North Park and sitting on the couch in my Betty Boop pajama pants. No one really needs to see that.
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