Friday after work I spent a little time by myself at an Italian cafe in North Beach-- just me, a Nutella latte, and a chocolate filled pastry so delicious I had to force myself to take breaths in between bites. I was waiting for a ride home from B (not taking the bus on a warm Friday evening = heaven) and decided to pop into the cafe for a bit of reading and unwinding me-time. The cafe stereo played a perfect mix of 60's classics and Motown favorites; I found myself unable to resist quietly singing along while swaying my body to the likes of Marvin Gaye's Too Busy Thinking About My Baby. I read a portion of The Desire Map and let my mind wander, sometimes gazing out onto the sidewalk to watch the eclectic mix of folks bustling, strolling, walking hand in hand. San Francisco has the best people watching.
I stayed for only an hour or so, then joyfully hopped into the car with my man to head home for some cooking, wine and more music playing happily in the background. Our tiny home is always filled with Van Morrison, Stevie, Bon, Otis and whomever else suits our fancy at the moment--I'm so grateful for our mutual love of music. It was a quiet, fairly uneventful Friday evening. But it was also such a peaceful, relaxing and genuinely pleasurable way to end the work week that I might just have to make a routine of this--Honoring exactly what I want to be doing (in this case, freely licking sugary crumbs off my spoon and day dreaming near an open window in a wonderfully sweet smelling cafe) and not what I think, at 29, I should be doing (meeting friends, running errands, bar scene, etc) in a busy city.
Danielle LaPorte asks one important question over and over in The Desire Map: How do you want to feel?
For me, last Friday pretty much sums it up.
love and light,