It's a beautiful feeling to wake up to a day where you have nothing planned, nowhere to be, and no agenda to follow. Since I have been on the go so much lately, I found myself very grateful to spend yesterday at home. I highly recommend to each and every one of you that when you find yourself face to face with a situation such as this, you should treat yourself to a few of your favorite things. And that's exactly what I did.
I began the day by going up to my roof with my yoga mat (every intention in mind to listen to the Yoga to the People podcast I enjoy so much) but upon lying down I felt tiny drops of water falling on top of me. With the the fear of damaging my electronics, I threw them inside (not literally) and decided to embrace the weather as I continued to do my yoga with no guidance whatsoever. It was truly the most spiritual experience I've had in a long time. My head (which is usually flooded with thought after thought) was clear as could be, and as I ended the session, I found myself crying with happiness. Something definitely shifted within me, and I just threw my head back, laughed a big belly laugh, and felt the water graze down my cheek bones.
Following that beautiful moment, I went to the grocery store and saw that strawberries were on sale, 2 for $5. I took that as a sign that I should bake a strawberry pie as an early 4th of July present for my roommates. (Side note: When my roommate, Chrissy, came home yesterday evening, she told me how she was just telling her friends how I often bake pies. They asked if I was very domestic, and she responded with, "No. Not really. She's the kind of person who will be out until 4 a.m. and then wake up hungover and bake a pie." That made me laugh really hard. And no I was not hungover yesterday.) Honestly, I never was much of a baker growing up, with the exception of using my amazing Easy Bake Oven. I tended more towards the cooking aspect of meals, and loved to just throw things together and see what came out (for my college friends, I apologize for several meals I made you endure). And I used to think that baking required so much accuracy and consistency (and math, which I just hated). Over the past year though, I've noticed that I much more enjoy baking cookies, pies, and sugary treats for my friends and loved ones. There's probably a great deal of therapy that I could perform on myself for this sudden shift in behavior (mostly feeling the need to control certain things in my life when other areas feel so out of balance). But we don't need to go that far down the rabbit hole today.
Pies have actually played a very large part in my life. When I was younger, my Grandma (and one of my favorite people) would take all of us out to Baker's Square or Marie Calendar's. She would order half a slice of berry pie, heated up, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. If she was daring, she would order an entire slice and save the other half for dinner. This was the type of woman who bought a silver mustang in her seventies, along with matching silver shoes and a silver purse. She would allow us grandchildren to eat dessert before meals, would always have party poppers at Christmas Eve, and held family above anything else in her life. She passed away in 2009, and every year since then, I have celebrated her birthday with a slice of pie. I chose to celebrate the anniversary of her birth, because she taught me so much about the importance of living and making this life count. I definitely learned a lot from her, especially how to enjoy the simple things in life.
So in honor of my Grandma, summer, and a new month beginning today, I strongly urge you to take some time for yourself and enjoy some of your favorite things. Eat dessert before dinner. Enjoy a picnic on the roof or in a park. Dance around listening to Thurston Harris & The Sharps "Little Bitty Pretty One" or The Supreme's "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". Do the things that make you genuinely happy (and it might not be any of these ideas that I'm throwing out there). But it's important to be kind to yourself and treat yourself with love. Trust me. It's contagious. Pass it around. Until then, message me if you want the recipe I used for strawberry pie, or if you want me to send you a slice.