Oh My Gac

"I'm quite aware of how ridiculous I am." - Albert, The Birdcage.

Food, Love, Writing and New York City - life as I feel it. Thanks for reading! ohmygac@gmail.com

“Who is that? He is adorable!”

Had to keep her anonymity but this post is from one of my good friends that I met through a poetry workshop I took last fall. Yeah the one where I googled “what is poetry?” the night before. The one where I was completely out of my league, and learned a ton in just four meetings. The same one that featured various published poets and writers and women of NYC who are as talented as they are smart, kind and supportive. 

This one in particular is intriguing and beautiful and sweet, she’s the kind of person who’s lived 200 lives in the span of just one. Receiving those four words via Facebook from her really touched my heart. It’s corny but it’s true. I only like to call myself a poet once in awhile, behind closed doors, by myself, or on pieces of paper. 

Every year I get pensive and a bit melancholy on my birthday, either because I’m still single or because some people are out of town or whatever…But in the quiet moments, it rings true that I am fortunate to have some amazing friends in my life. New ones, old ones, tall ones, short ones, Dr. Seuss would be so proud! 

They are nearby and far away, but no matter how down or lonely I can get when the calendar says I’m one year older, I’m also one year wiser to know how lucky I am to have friends like these.

Eat food from farmers markets.
Drink good tea each morning.
Read books that make you feel.
Paint, even if you’re awful.
Write, even when you have nothing to say.
Sit in the fresh air outside.
Go on hikes.
Swim in lakes and wade in streams.
Sleep as long as you need.
Work hard at what you love.
Work hard at what you hate.

Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly.

—   How to stay Happy  (via lalarot)

(Source: fingertipss, via ahappyernie)

“someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.”

—   nayyirah waheed   (via indieless)

Oh my.

(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via skinnies-and-stripes)

“Just because your pain is understandable, doesn’t mean your behavior is acceptable.”

—   Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience (via quotes-shape-us)

(via skinnies-and-stripes)

We made it, I love it!

Birthday biznass. A few of us saw Lady Day and it was so good! My birthday celebrations are always sporadic since people are often away for the July 4th holiday, but I was just happy to see some of my besties and test out my new bed ;) Audra McDonald was awesome!

So I know something really great has happened in my life, and I made it happen and it’s a good investment/blah blah positive thoughts. lol but today, everything’s caught up with me.  I can’t rest when I’m at home because there’s always some little thing I want to do to make it feel more like a home…scrub the kitchen sink or kitchen floor, dust the drawers, change up the layout of the closet, test the different settings on the AC, organize the cabinets, find the charger for the vacuum…so no, I’m not getting a lot of sleep.  The fridge is sparse since again, I’m lucky to be going away for the weekend (and my birthday!) on Thursday, but thus I have no perishable food so my diet is effed.  *I had McDonald’s for breakfast this morning and I’m sorry I’m not sorry.* 

Once my parents left on Sunday afternoon, I locked the door behind them and fell asleep as soon as I put my ass down on my couch.  Living with three people in a studio is exhausting.  Living with two of the most critical people in your life is almost debilitating.  I’m still waiting for my medal.

And now, on a holiday week at work, wheh things should otherwise be farily quiet, there’s been some great news for some of our programs and I’m the person responsible for pushing that information out to our clients. 

One of my friends said, “You need to go home and just stare at the wall.”  And she is so right!  

Painted! But lord, the boxes never end. Can’t sleep, send help!

packing up and moving out took about 4 hours.  I’d only been living in this place for 2.5 years but Flatrate movers did a great and thorough job!  My Mom and I were there basically observing every move, and all was a success except for one of the movers breaking a mini pepper shaker.  and I took apart all the various shelves etc.  the silver one in the bathroom took about 20 minutes of my face in the toilet unscrewing the legs in order to lift the darn thing over and out.  

my mom packed and labeled some of my more personal things pretty hilariously.  the “head scratcher” is one of these things lol

the place looks so much smaller without the furniture.  

i will miss those gorgeous hardwood floors; the place i bought needs work, and i’ll get to that when i have the time and the money *sigh sigh sigh.  

i’ll also miss that balcony that i rarely used.  it was a small one that was good for occasional wine and pizza with one other friend.  i tried reading a book out there one sunny Saturday and kept getting worried i’d be hit with bird poo.  it’s a quiet and lovely place, but it’s time to say farewell, and start a new beginning.

Thanks for the memories, you old so and so!