Ruts: they’re so easy to get into.
Wake-up. Coffee. Book. Feed baby. Email. Play with baby. Facebook. Change baby. Food, read, write. More coffee, more baby, more Facebook and the hopes of a shower sometime that day.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
My friend Kristalyn writes over at Something New, chronicling – you guessed it – something new every single day. That corner taqueria, the park we always drive past, but haven’t taken the time to stop by and swing and slide and run. A new food item from Trader Joe’s – even if it ends up being their worst marketing decision yet – or JV soccer practice at the local high school. She keeps it simple, including a picture, an explanation and a question or two.
And in the littlest, most ordinary of everyday ways, she chips away at life’s rutty routine.
I too want to live that way.
On Friday night our friends Tom and Mary graciously offered to watch Cancan so we could head out for Date Night, and I realized, that even when it comes to nights out, we too so easily wear the coat of regularity: sushi and ice cream, if I’m lucky (although never at the same establishment, mind you), and then an aimless drive around Outer Richmond, hoping perhaps for a bold black and white marquee with our names scrawled across the front, beckoning us in to the excitement.
The latter never happens, of course, so we turn in early, acknowledging that it’s probably best for the baby. Ho-hum, goodnight dear.
Since when did we get so boring? And so old?
Boo, hiss, tomato, tomato!
So this past Friday night, we did something different, we did the Kristalyn: we did our homework and made reservations at a cheeky Peruvian restaurant in Noe Valley. We ate ceviche with ahi and avocado, sipped on the house sangria, and went to town on the fried plantains. Oh, those plantains. And then arm in arm, with the HBH sporting a hat that seemed to be made just for him, we trekked on over to hear Papa Grows Funk bring it on their farewell tour.
And we danced, oh, how we danced. Actually, I should clarify: Cara did her best white-girl “I kind of want to star on SMASH” musical theater moves, while the HBH got down. Up, down, spin, gyrate, side-side, slide …I don’t know what and how his body does what it does, but the man was made for the dance floor. Meanwhile, I’m just hoping that a jazz hand or two will suffice.
And we didn’t even go to bed until almost 1 o’clock that morning. Crazy kids, I know.
I want to live like this. I want to be like this, no matter whether it’s an afternoon at home or a dinner party with friends or even the most low-key of date nights, because it’s not necessarily about what we’re doing as much as it’s about the attitude behind it.
It’s about being fully alive, and that’s how I want to live.
What about you? How do you live fully in the moment? How do you defy the rutty routine?0