I remain stagnantly one-hundred percent supportive of any excuse to wear a dress, eat guacamole, or create a playlist.
Such an occasion has arisen this week in the form of walking to school. I throughly enjoy walking, even in heels, and the trek from my new place to school happens to be the perfect length.
Short enough to avoid seeming daunting, but long enough to facilitate a certain form of meditation.
However, as much as I enjoy the soothing sounds of screeching brakes and the perpetual hum of construction in the university area I much prefer to listen to some jazz on my commute. Hence, the creation of a playlist.
It’s truly amazing what a good dose of sleep can do for a gal
I woke up this morning precisely eight hours after I tumbled into bed last night (not counting the three hour post-work, pre-going out nap earlier) feeling entirely human and decided to trek over to Georgetown for some caffeine sustenance, magazine reading, and people watching at Barnes and Noble.
Upon stepping outside I was surprised by my first experience with a tolerable temperature (70’s!!) and an abundance of raindrops splashing down. I was the sole umbrella-less patron that I encountered on my thirty minute stroll and I loved it. It was the most meditative, refreshing experience that I have had since the first night of my arrival.
As the rain splattered down my face, drenching me through and through I felt as though I was being showered with optimism. Having not brushed my hair, much less put on makeup, and being sans electronics I felt unconstrained in my appreciation of the impromptu shower.
I truly feel renewed and excited for my future once again, which is new considering my draining existence this week.
Hot coffee and words were the perfect accompaniment while I allowed my soaked body to dry a bit. I lost myself in magazines for two and a half hours without even realizing it, and felt perfectly content with just being where I was: observing the present. After reading I walked around Georgetown a little bit–strayed north of M street –before heading back to my dorm.