Studio Update 20

By: Gabriela Yareliz

Have you found yourself doing something you don’t usually catch yourself doing? Stress can sometimes make us do weird things. Sometimes, we clench our jaw, and sometimes, we even sort of hold our breath. I have caught myself, on occasions, reminding myself to breathe. Ridiculous, I know. I used to find I held my breath a lot at the library. I guess books take my breath away? (Take me away— Calgon. Oh man, do you remember this body spray that was available at Walmart? I can still smell it, when I close my eyes).

Word on the street has it that Joanna Gaines and Magnolia have a new cookbook out. I only got thirty copies of the same promotional text message, today. It must have been a glitch. I even unsubscribed, and I still received ten more. Fix it, Jesus.

I am going to reduce my work hours. I am putting in a ton of hours. I need to use this time to catch up on my New Yorkers. I am two issues behind.

I got a surprise care package today! This was so exciting. My boyfriend is the best. And then, I FaceTimed with my brothers and my lovely ma. We are all getting used to Zoom life.

My brothers have become nocturnal. I am feeling a new groove now, after two months of taking evening primrose oil supplement. I read about it in a French health book, and it has changed my hormone life. I love it.

I need to go back to reading nonfiction. I started a fiction book that I am dragging myself through. (It’s not bad; it has just taken me a while to get into it. And now, I am into it— but I keep filling my time with phone calls and workouts, and then, it’s time for bed). I need to finish it because I have some reportedly good books waiting.

I used to have my time slot to read when I was on the train. I would sit by the window, and read until my stop emerged in the tunnel. I always have words floating around in my head, at the top of the morning. That’s how it always is with me. Words. Words. Words. And while I don’t start the day sitting in my 70s yellow train seat with a book, at the moment, the rest has remained the same. The words still come.

Published by Gabriela Yareliz

Gabriela is a writer, editor and attorney. She loves the art of storytelling, and she is based in NYC.

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