The Daily Bugle

Something I didn’t anticipate about my move to the city this past December was that it would end in me cooking less than I used to. I mean, in theory, I have more free time than I used to when I owned a house, and I do, but I quickly began filling up some of that time eating at the many worthy restaurants within walking distance of my apartment. I’ve filled up my time with other things I can walk to: movies at the Little and Dryden, visiting museums, going out for runs, fitting in workouts at theUntitled gym. The other night was typical of how my evenings go sometimes. Jason came over so we could go check out the Spider-Man set, and as we were walking along East Avenue, we found there was a busker contest going on, and we ran into friends out on the street. Twice. So what might have been an hour out turned into a couple hours out, and I was happy it did.

About a year ago, Tanita predicted that once January 1 hit, I would start traveling a lot, and that’s also turned out to be true. I’ve been on four out-of-town trips since January, and I am busily planning the next one for the end of June. I’ve been on a couple day trips. I go for hikes and out to concerts. There’s a lot of DOING around here.

Of course, I also guard my time at home. I read and write my letters and play my piano. I write in my endless notebooks. I don’t spend as much time online, I find, and I still don’t watch nearly as much TV as I want to. I’ve developed a love/hate relationship with the newspapers. I keep thinking maybe I should stop subscribing to them because they’re expensive, and I never get to read them cover-to-cover. Some days I don’t read them at all. I do read some of the newspapers most days, though, and I learn enough interesting things that I can’t seem to quit them. For instance, this morning, I learned that LA has a subway, which how did I miss that all this time? (I must have known it at some point, but I’d forgotten, and I certainly never rode it.) I read this piece that I found interesting on a number of levels, and I also finally got to Wednesday’s NYT Dining section, which is the one part of the paper I make a point of reading cover-to-cover every week. This week featured an article about Michael Pollan making lunch. That’s the kind of thing that makes life better. Also, obviously, that’s one of the places where I get my regular Mark Bittman fixes.

Which all goes to say that one of the things I do when I’m not cooking is read about cooking. And I haven’t quit cooking altogether. I cook regularly. Just less frequently. Sometimes I eat something simple for dinner like fruit and cheese because there’s other stuff I want to get to.

Two or three years back, I was talking to Olivia about life and my troubles (I think, at the time, it was dealing with anxiety, but I don’t rightly remember), and she said one of those simple things that I already knew but that I really heard and remembered and have thought about a lot since, “You can’t settle in because life is always changing, and that’s a good thing.”

This move has been successful in that I am living more of the life I wanted to live. My energy isn’t being sucked away by chores that bring me no long-term joy, and I’m focusing my energy on things I love and believe in. I’ve mentioned a couple people, but not all the people. I’ve been able to focus on my relationships, too–lots of talks and quality time. I still don’t know precisely where I’m going, but I know I’m walking in the right direction.

Well, lately, I’ve been running.

And now I have to make some lunch.

6 Comments

  1. ghost
    Posted May 4, 2013 at 1:01 pm | Permalink

    I really like the article about avoiding complaining. It does seem more productive to simply ask for change. Then there are those situations badly in need of change, but even repeated asking brings about no results. I think these can cause a loss of heart and lead to getting stuck.

  2. olivia
    Posted May 4, 2013 at 2:11 pm | Permalink

    you have a wonderful memory. :)

  3. tanita
    Posted May 5, 2013 at 12:54 pm | Permalink

    One of the things it sounds like has happened is that you’ve made room in your life for Serendipity. And that is ONLY a good thing. I mean, a busker competition!?! What if you had stayed in, and missed THAT!?

    I read a book when I was a kid called “Never Miss a Sunset.” In semi-adult retrospect, it was the kind of goopy, sentimental “Wal, Pa done tole his girls not to miss a sunset, and they never did,” sort of thing, but honestly, it’s the reminder to pause and salute the ending of another day that’s the memorably valuable thing.

    So, what have we learned so far this year?

    Make room for serendipity. Make friends with silence. Remember to breathe. Never miss a sunset.

  4. tonderdo
    Posted May 5, 2013 at 8:02 pm | Permalink

    We need to make this, http://www.nytimes.com/recipes/1014678/Pasta-with-Clams.html, since my boys won’t eat it & I want to.

  5. adrienne
    Posted May 5, 2013 at 9:01 pm | Permalink

    Ghost, I always prefer action, but, then again, I complain, too, sometimes, when I forget myself.

    Olivia, You have the better memory.

    Tanita, I feel like those lessons could be a meditation mantra.

    Tam, TOTAL YUM. Let’s make that.

  6. jp
    Posted May 6, 2013 at 9:00 am | Permalink

    you should invite a & e over when you make the pasta with clams. they both love clams and it’s one of e’s favorite dishes. me, not so much :).

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