By: Gabriela Yareliz
This morning, I woke up, out of breath, from a nightmare.
I never dream. I slowly rolled over and saw that it was Saturday. That instilled some calm in me. It was a strange nightmare about breaking free from being stuck. So vivid. So scary. So real. I never really dream (and if I do, I don’t remember it). This one was too real. Very on theme. I was screaming in the dream, when I woke up in reality.
Before tuning into the church livestream, I was sucked into a rabbit hole of making Dalgona coffees. I saw articles, including this funny one from India, and then YouTube videos. I may try to do it with hot chocolate.
I was still exasperated from my bad dream, when I tuned into the La Semaine Live, where a French facialist was describing anti-aging face massages. She did it in such a feminine, French and sensual way. It was amusing and very informative. I discovered parts of my face I didn’t know existed. I could feel under my cheekbone, guys!
NYC sent me a text that it wants me to “enjoy” the NYC parks from home. Who are they kidding? Not sure what the heck that means. My love came, and we did our social distancing walk. I wore my bandit scarf. As always, he spoils me with a care package because he is the sweetest soul.
Before we went out, I stood there debating whether I wanted to wear prescription sunglasses or my glasses. I decided I wanted to see the world and flowers in all their brightness. Can’t waste an opportunity. Sometimes, we shouldn’t have another lens. We shouldn’t distort, even if the filter makes it look more golden. We should see the world as it really is. It’s actually quite beautiful.