Happy New Year!
On the second day of 2016, aka the second-to-last day of winter break, 10 am, the Rodriguez family was headed across the 520 bridge, minivan-style. I live for random trips like these.
Finally tried piroshky! I always hesitated to buy some because of the lines, which run out the door on a daily basis. Let’s just say that the line is sooo worth the wait.
Oh, and shoutout to the awesome accordion guy who serenaded us with pop songs-he was really into his music! 👏👏👍
Found this little cafe called Ghost Alley Espresso and had THE BEST chai latte in the world. Seriously, go there. The people are so friendly and the coffee is amazing! (This isn’t a picture of the shop though, just a cool design on a warehouse door in Ghost Alley)
My brother, Tanner, wearing a Macklemore-inspired coat in Ghost Alley.
Visited the (somewhat) clean Gum Wall for the first time! Note to self: bring gum next time 😋
Tanner peering over Elliott Bay.
A little nod to Gerard Tsutakawa, who sculpted this awesome bolt of lightning 👋🏼
For me, the New Year is about trying new things and adding a healthy dose of spontaneity to your calendar! Have an awesome 2016 everyone!
As the year wraps up, I’m starting to understand myself more and more. I won’t make any promises or resolutions to myself. That’s not fair. I’m human, and I’m changing constantly. I hope to become more sophisticated in my language. I’ve always hoped to be like that. On Christmas Day, I had the lovely opportunity to see one of my grandma’s closest friends: Rose Marie. She is so elegant. Probably one of the most lovely women I’ve ever met. She is so gracious and has such a regal air about her. She inspired me with every word she said that evening. I don’t think it was even what she said. You can just tell she genuinely loves life and that she is comfortable with herself. I hope in 2016 I can be more like her: appreciative and loving of life. More present and engaged.
I won’t make a resolution. I will work every day to be more mindful of my words, of my behavior, and of my actions. Earlier this year, I was really into posting pretty pictures on Instagram. Food, things, scenery, you name it. It made me happy to post these things. Recently, I posted something of that kind: my lunch. Probably 10 minutes after posting that, I started to feel a bit sad. Maybe sad is too strong of a word. You know when you listen to some music-specifically the first movement of Bach Sonata No. 1-and there’s something underlying in the melody that’s a bit melancholic? Yes. Melancholy is the word I was reaching for. I felt melancholic after posting a picture of my lunch, some strawberry water, and my purse. I felt emptier than the substance of that photo. I deleted the picture, and instantly felt whole again. Strange, huh? Well, at that moment, I realized that posting those pretty things no longer makes me happy. It makes me feel hollow and narcissistic.
I want to post real things. Experiences, people I love, places I love. I want to live and be present. I want to look at my food and pretty things and appreciate them for what they are. I don’t want to obsess over and make more of these items-this stuff-than they are.
In 2016 I will be more alive. I will live. I won’t resolve to do things. I will simply be. I will strive and achieve. And that is enough.