I did nothing on Sunday. I’m pretty sure I tackled some work and binged watched Friends all day, but that’s about it.
On Saturday I did something that I’ve been putting off for days — I went grocery shopping. Hear me out before you ask why is she focusing an entire post on grocery shopping?
Grocery shopping for me is the equivalent of taking a walk in the park, especially in the middle of the winter when taking a walk in the park is the equivalent of asking the world to have you slip on ice. I take the bus at the corner of my apartment and it’s slow and wonderful.
Here’s why I’m focusing this post on grocery shopping because I need to remind myself that I like taking some things slow. I like taking the bus, even if it takes me twice as long to get where I’m going. I love taking in the views, the trees, all the quiet that is New York in the middle of February.
Even more than liking it, I’m capable of taking things slow. Right now, I’m so proud of myself because this wasn’t something I was capable of right after my grandmother passed away. I was ruled by the need to have everything scheduled.
I only felt secure if I had my minutes accounted for. Now, I can sit on a bus for an hour just to go grocery shopping.
