Recharging Your Life

I spent the past week in New York with a dear friend and I feel marvelous. Why? Part of the trip was to celebrate her birthday (Happy Birthday, Dawn) and it was wonderful to be with someone I truly love. Old friends just get you and that is so comforting. And like a warm cup of tea held gently in your hands, a friendship like that is soothing, peaceful and restoring in its simplicity and beauty.

The other part of the trip was meant to recharge my life. I’ve been feeling doubtful and hesitant about making changes in my life lately. Ever get into a slump where you feel as if life is charging past you and all you can do is watch? Yeah, that’s where I’ve been lately.

Some of those changes are happening whether I like them or not. My daughter is just a few years away from flying the coop and joining the world on her own and I’m so excited for her. But that means eventually I’ll be here alone (OK, Husband will be here, but you know what I mean.) Of course, that’s a change I’m coming to terms with slowly, but not something I can alter too much.

I was lucky enough to spend a few days in New York City with my daughter and I will cherish those few days forever. We ate pizza, rode the subway, strolled through Central Park and wandered the streets of the East Village. We shopped for used books and ate mac & cheese till be could have barfed. And then we ate a little more.

We found the perfect studio apartment in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, (that’s ours on the second floor right with the flowers) just one block from Central Park and a few blocks from the Dakota Building and Strawberry Fields. We awoke to the sounds of the city and felt a little like New Yorkers for just a few days.

The apartment was on a Bed & Breakfast registry and a last-minute decision, which always seem to be the best kind of decisions in my life.

Having this time away also gave me a chance to reevaluate my writing life, and my writing ambitions. I realize that I’m secluded in my studio, writing and editing day after day without input from other writers. Why? I’m a typical artist who doesn’t want anyone to criticize my work so I keep it to myself. Yes, I realize how foolish that is. All artists need input, right? Who wants to die with a computer full of stories that nobody has ever read?

I am recharged and ready to write, edit and get serious. And I love blogging and I’ll be jumping in her more frequently. I love connecting to other writers through this medium and I cherish the friendships I’ve made here. Plus, I feel just a little like Carrie Bradshaw as I write about my life, only with less shoes and a bigger ass.


Becoming the canvas

 Daughter and I decided to become the canvas for someone else’s art last night. At a local restaurant that I adore, Bombay Spice, there is a lovely woman who paints henna designs on customers. My daughter is 16 and loves any kind of art, spending most of her time drawing or writing stories (wonder where she got that from?) I love spending time with her and we always have a blast doing things together. I’m lucky that way, she is 16 and still wants to hang out with me. Yes, I know that’s as rare as a unicorn, but I’ll take it and ask questions later.

The finished products were beautiful and so much fun. The paint feels cool as she applies it, then itches a little as it dries. I didn’t think ahead and had the top of my right hand done, which made it a little tricky to pay the bill and drive home. Daughter thought ahead and had the inside of her left hand done, realizing she wouldn’t be able to use it for a bit. Smart kid. Once the paint dries and falls off, the stain lasts for about 8-10 days.

By the way, the food at Bombay Spice is incredible. We made a meal out of way too many appetizers, but we couldn’t stop. We had lentil cakes (look to the right), smoky grilled tofu and a dosa filled with spicy potatoes. I usually save food photos for my blog on gluten-free food, but I had to share just one. Isn’t it pretty? These are the lentil cakes topped with a yogurt/mint sauce and crispy GF noodles. If you’re in the Phoenix area, don’t miss this place. Oh, and the Mehndi artist is there the first Thursday of every month. See you next month.