So I’ve been trying to think of ways to encourage myself (I do a lot of this these days…), specifically now to write more consistently. I’ve been doing a decent job of writing more than I used to but I really wanted to give myself a goal or a day of the week when I am beholden to myself to put something up on my blog, no matter how big or how small.
I was thinking and I came up with this BRILLIANT idea, called Friday Night Writes. Except then I did a Google search and, wait for it, yes, about a million other people have already come up with this same idea.
Scratch that. Now I think to myself, what other oh-so-clever title will inspire the words to flow instead? Thinking, thinking. How about Friday Night’s Alright for Writing? (Elton John, I love you!) Another Google search. Only one or two references, and not to exactly what I want to do (an ongoing series of …deep…or not so deep… thoughts by Joy.) This will do.
So this is my first Friday Night’s Alright for Writing. Yay me!
I have a deep thought and a not-so-deep thought for tonight. Let’s start with the shallow, frizzy waters of my hair. I posted earlier on Facebook about a curly girl problem (also could be referred to as a first world problem)- getting a cut/color/blowout, then walking out of the salon into the …beautiful night air? NO! The rain. Seriously? My once every 6-8 weeks straight-haired look that usually lasts 3 days, barely lasted 40 minutes. That’s some BS right there. Those with any kind of kink in their hair will understand my predicament. I’m hoping some time in my dry-air apartment will recover the beauty that my hair guy Robert created. If not, I can look forward to another go at it sometime in mid-April. And no, I am not talented enough to do what he does myself. Here’s an older pic of what he can do…
And now to my deep (ok, deeper) thought. Last week I posted about my Change of Venue trip to San Francisco. It was just what I needed, in case you were wondering (and if you weren’t wondering, too bad, I told you anyway!) Despite being a hacking mess the whole time due to the ugly chest cold that invaded my space, it was great. Lots of wine, tea, Halls lozenges, walking, eating, talking and exchanging positive energy with great, old friends (in fact, special thanks to my friend Kiana for hosting us.) It’s incredibly restorative to spend time with folks who know you backwards and forwards (and still want to hang out with you!) and the trip reminded me of several things. How incredibly fortunate I am to have had friends for so long, who love me no matter what, are able to tell me that and mean it often, and for whom I feel the same. How I need to get up to San Francisco more often. How when you have an open heart and an air of confidence about you, you tend to have interesting people want to talk to you (hello adorable Italian man who chatted me up in SFO while we waited for our plane to board.) All good things.
And here is my Korean Egg Toast…
And with that I bid you good night. Happy Friday!