I had to take a quick selfie on my way into the subway, but this is 34!
On Friday, I turned 34 and kept it pretty low-key to celebrate the day. I slept in a little, went to brunch with Jordan at Sarabeth’s (lemon ricotta pancakes, oh my!), was forced to spend some money on myself, and, per my request, had a delicious fried chicken dinner with our family — all prepared by Jordan.
Hey hey hey – not only is it Friday, but it’s also my birthday! I’m feeling incredibly grateful to be celebrating another year — with a loving family, with my health, and with a hope that has withstood the ups and downs of life. Before I get into enjoying the day with family, here is this week’s little round up of things worth sharing.
One of the nicest parts about our apartment in NYC is that we have a designated office space. True to pre-war building fashion, it’s a small space, about 9′ x 9′, but ever since we moved in, I’ve seen it as the perfect little place for Jordan to write sermons and for me to work or write or take care of whatever random thing needs handling.
The only problem is, since we moved into our apartment, nearly two years ago, the office has struggled to be the awesome, haven for productivity that it was destined to be. It’s been that house project hanging over my head. Perhaps you know how this feels because you have a similar project or two (or five) yourself. It’s that project you swore you’d get to months and months ago, yet somehow life got in the way, and there never seemed to be enough time to really finish it. In my case, I’ve spent much of the last year and a half closing the door to the office and wishing the mess inside would go away.
Not that anyone is keeping score, but I’m pretty happy to report that I made some really good progress on that end of summer wishlist I shared a couple months back — lots of ice cream was consumed, picnics were enjoyed by the Hudson, we ventured over to Governor’s Island, and I finally got to read Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
I’d heard so many good things about this book, from such a wide array of people — people of different races, ages, male and female. I’d also read the modified version of Adichie’s TED Talk, “We Should All Be Feminists,” and felt like she was singing out of my song book. So I was really intrigued to read Americanah for myself and get hip to what everyone else was talking about.
To make what I hoped would be a good book even better, I invited a few of my girlfriends to read along with me and participate in a “virtual book club” to discuss it afterwards. We set a deadline to read the book within a month and locked the virtual meet up into our calendars.
As much as I love summer, there’s nothing like having the fall arrive and making time to get out of the city to find a farm where apples and good food and pumpkins abound.