I hope all of y’all had a great weekend thus far, and are letting it continue whether that means getting drunk over mimosas (or beer or wine as I know some of my friends are today), starting the day with a morning hike, taking some time to yourself, or doing whatever else you decide to do. Personally, I am going for a lazy Sunday feel today. That’s most of my go-to Sundays. I usually do some chores, relax, maybe do a face mask, waste time on the computer, call and catch up with my long distance friends, workout, and do a whole lot of nothing eventful. Today, I also decided to read.
I love reading books, but I usually only do it when I’m traveling. I guess I’m too distracted by life or technology to do it otherwise. However, I decided to start my day this morning with a book! And man oh man, did it feel good to sleep in then wrap up in a good book before getting out of bed. It probably also wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t open the book yesterday. So let me tell you a story.
Yesterday, I had to get my cracked phone screen fixed at the mall and I’m thinking fack, what am I going to do to pass the time for a few hours without my phone? That’s my access to music and the stupid articles/blogs I like to read. I think a stereotypical woman would just go shopping during this time, but shopping is an annoying chore that I don’t like to do and I’m also broke from spending money on too many events and plane tickets lately. (I did end up buying an expensive cardigan and pants anyway- and Atlanta basically skips the fall season so obviously this was not a logical financial or fashion decision.)
Anyways, what I decided to do during my wait was bring my kindle to a sit down restaurant, and get a cup of coffee and some food at the bar while I read a book. Great decision. But it was a funny situation. I decided to start “The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo” by Amy Schumer and the first chapter was called An Open Letter to My Vagina. The bartender that was serving me was super hot- tall, confident, brunette, with an assortment of beautiful tattoos. Ay caramba! And I’m here openly reading a book that says VAGINA in all caps. SO embarrassing. But embarrassing enough to switch over to a different book? Nah. As I started reading the book, I began to actually laugh out loud. It was too funny for me to stop. I figured he doesn’t care enough about what I’m doing and probably wouldn’t notice the title of the book chapter anyway. So I’m here cracking up as I sip on a coffee with coconut milk and a shit ton of lime (SO FREAKING GOOD. Odd combo but it rocked my taste bud’s world). I get through that chapter and then start the next: My Only One Night Stand. At this point, I just started judging myself. Vika, come on. Read something else in public, or go walk around the mall now. Nope. Instead I continue to keep myself amused by reading this silly book and it actually inspires me to leave the cute bartender my number on the receipt. (No, I wasn’t going for a one night stand. I actually wasn’t going for anything. Just thought he was cute, and thought, why not?) I will honestly say that I had to plan this out and do it at the last minute before I awkwardly stumbled the fuck out of there so he didn’t see me write that and then walk out. Didn’t even leave my name. I have actually never left a stranger my number before but they do that in movies and I thought it could be a funny risk. I got a kick out of the whole situation.
I left feeling accomplished for the day. Mostly, because I rarely get myself to read when I’m not traveling but obviously also because I got to do it while a cute guy brings me coffee. Which brings me to today’s wonderfully inspired morning of reading.
So what’s the moral of this story?
There is no obvious one. It’s just a foofy blog post today (sorry guys, I have more thoughtful posts coming up).
But if I had to make up a life lesson, I’d come up with two:
1) Figure out what your simple pleasures are and find more time to do them, because you’ll feel better about yourself when you do. If it’s something silly, who cares? Ultimately, if it makes you happy then it’s worth doing. And you’ll be a better member to society when you’re happy.
2) Sometimes pushing your comfort zones is a good exercise. Doesn’t mean it’ll always yield successful results, but sometimes it does. I’m definitely not encouraging anyone to push their comfort zones in the way I do, but do it in a way that sounds worthwhile to you.