In that last few days it was surprising to discover just how much discipline I lack in my life. With the exception of necessary work-related e-mails "should-do"s like writing, studying and working out quickly found themselves lower and lower on the priority list as I ended up just cooking pounds and pounds of comfort-esque foods (pastas and cheese anyone?). So grateful for both the gym in my building and the regular 9 - 5, how do those freelancers do it? It's clear that discipline is a learned trait. Something one has to decide upon, and force oneself to practice.
I've ventured out into my 'hood. I love EA, it's my haven in this complicated city. On any given day you'll find the best people of this city. Artisans and activists who've made this neighborhood a landmark; families advocating for safer and friendlier communities; the quirky bike puppeteer; young and old liberals with piercings and clad in leather; hipster artists who reek of unwashed sweat; adorable m-m, m-w, w-w rocking matching couples' outfits; tea-drinking yuppies who needed a departure from the douche-y Lakeview area. Yes, this is home.
More surprising is the great number of them who spend weekdays and daytimes 'working' from various locations around this great neighborhood. They've carved out spots for themselves at places like George's (Free Wifi! Soy-based Ice Cream! Heaven....), Kopi's Traveler's cafe (lounging on cushions with a big mug-o-tea) or at Starbucks, designed perfectly with seats to watch people pass.
[Sigh] Now fully caffeinated and having accomplished nothing but creepily staring at passerbys, I guess I'll make my way to my favorite falafel place. Oh weekend, I love you so.
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