packing is my anti-happy.
it's not a secret that packing is my anti-happy. i have said it over and over here on these pages, and i will never stop saying it. because even though i've gone on about six trips of all lengths this year, and have gotten incredibly efficient at filling a suitcase, it still makes me stomp my feet and avoid. and have you noticed yet that every time i have a work trip coming up, i lose all ability to write normal, coherent posts on any type of regular schedule? trick question, none of my posts are ever coherent, what are you, new? but i mean, what i've noticed is that whenever i am dreading the packing, it consumes me and my posts end up revolving around that. i need some new material.it's important that i figure out ways to get my mind off the horror of stocking my suitcase, especially because our lease is coming up and you know what that means. more packing, except don't stop at your clothes and toiletries just take everything you own and put it into boxes and try not to smash all of it in the process. and don't think i'm not aware of the mass exodus of readers that will occur if i talk about nothing but that subject for the next two weeks. i am very aware.cue "operation avoid the anti-happy". or as i also like to refer to it, "erin indulges herself". i think those in the wellness world would call something like this "self-care", so if that makes me sound enlightened, then that's exactly what this will be. it came to me last week when everyone was on vacation and i was feeling like a brat.day 1 of operation atah started with me taking in a little piece of architecture in my neighborhood.
sometimes i forget that this amazing cathedral is down the street from me, and that the bus stop i wait at is directly across the street. this is my view while waiting for the bus people! and sometimes, i'm ashamed to say, i don't even notice it. so today, i looked up and appreciated what the heck was going on right in front of my eyes. and it made me smile, because look at it!
today i got to catch up with a dear friend, little miss hammertime (that's not her real name, but it's what i like to call her), on a little food truck lunch date. this glorious concoction in front of you is the pork belly sandwich from gastrotruck. they use mostly locally-sourced, organic ingredients, and always have a great seasonal menu. this sandwich was one of the best things i've ever eaten, and i highly recommend trying it if you live in the twin cities. but for how wonderful this lunch was, the company was even better, and enjoying both on a bench in rice park? heaven in the middle of my wednesday.
and because apparently much of my happy places are where the food is, dinner made the list too. actually, going to the gym with Mister Man, then cooking up some homemade turkey burgers with pesto and goat cheese is what makes the list. there's just something about getting sweaty with the husband (gross guys, not like that) then making a meal together that makes life seem better, even though it's so...ordinary. but i guess appreciating the ordinary is what makes life not feel like a rat race.so that's my new deal. doesn't matter that i hate packing. doesn't matter that i have work trips to go on. doesn't matter that i get stressed over little things too easily and then laser focus on them. what matters is that i take the time to focus on everything else great that's going on around me, because for every one yucky thing, i bet you i can find three wonderful ones happening at the same time.i highly suggest participating in your own "operation avoid the anti-happy" (but you can name it whatever you want, i'm not the boss of you). it'll do wonders for your soul.
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