I was just slicing watermelon in the kitchen, when a large drop of watermelon juice rolled off the cutting board, and took a dive off the edge of the marble counter, landing with a cool, voluptuous splash across my right foot.
In that instant, all past summer moments of dipping my big toe into the ocean, the pool, the lake before jumping in, came rushing up from my foot, through my muscles, in between my shoulder blades, finally wrapping my temples in a gentle cloud of fresh mist. And I felt the calming rush of relaxation and bliss that only the carefree days of June through August can inspire.
Who knew feet could be so nostalgic?
According to the Chinese Zodiac, this is the Year of the Rabbit, the luckiest sign on the calendar. Last year belonged to the Tiger, a year of power. My mom tells me that 2011 will be all about Speed. So, hurry up. Quit stalling. Start acting. Because if you're not fast enough, the rabbit is going to fly right past you into 2012.
Someone needs to invent a spray that enhances the smell of my food.
Because my nose isn't getting enough action, and my taste buds are hogging all the fun. And the end result is that my brain is screwed out of fully appreciating delicious meals.
So if you happen to see me out at a restaurant, face planted in my food - don't laugh. Put your face in your food too, steal a giant whiff, and take comfort in knowing that together, we are slowly redistributing the wealth to our senses, one olfactory receptor at a time.
Today has been a devastating social media day for me. One of my FAVORITE third party Twitter apps, Hootsuite, added some really cool geo-features, but decided to run a dirty rag over their user interface, letting the font and white space shrink like a pair of prepubescent balls stuck in a cold front.
If you know me, you know that I'd rather get my wisdom teeth yanked out in Tijuana (true story) than have to look at bad UI. Hell, I'd rather have NO Internets than look at shitty Internets.
And so, when my dear beloved Hootsuite decided that they would suck the life out of the style that made them who they are, I heaved a great sigh and re-downloaded Tweetdeck. I even tried changing all the colors to try and match Hootsuite's. But it's just not the same.
HEAR MY SIGH. HUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
That owl used to be cute and encouraging. But now, it's just mocking me.
I'm taking 10,000 steps a day. And I'm using a pedometer to count them. Pedometer strapped to my hip = unsexy. But achieving 10,000 steps a day = very very sexy.
I'm doing it to cure the acute sense of agoraphobia that builds up when I've spent too much time working.
To cure the fact that I've been in NYC for almost eight months now, and still haven't seen as much of the city as I'd like.
To cure the few extra pounds as a result of sitting on top of a computer every day, with my fingers jammed on the keys as if this little piggy had no roast beef and went wah-wah-wah, all the way home.
To cure any fears of not being able to achieve something when all you have to do is get off your ass and take a few steps forward.
There will be more to follow, I hope. Because it's Monday. Because it's time to move those happy feet. Because there are no more excuses left to not do it. Unless I find an iPad app that closes business deals for me, and takes me on tours of the city while putting chocolate in my mouth. Because then, I wouldn't really need 10,000 steps, would I.
p.s. sneak peek at the booth I designed for TWOC at the expatshowbeijing.com. Time for this crazy, hidden rag to make a splash!