Salaam mi chiquitas (I was going to say Hola but I thought I’d add an Arabic twist due to the nature of this post)
Tis the third day of Ramadan and so far I’ve kept my cool and done a decent job of not punishing slow drivers and slow Costco cart-pushers with my signature “you’re IN MY WAY and affecting my EFFICIENCY” dirty look.
Sweet. 27 or so days to go…and hey doesn’t it take somewhere around that long to break a habit? Or learn one?
In that case, I am learning to become more patient, to be more accommodating with strangers*, and to not allow a blip in my “efficiency protocol” put a dent in my composure.
*I am significantly more tolerant of those I know since I’m familiar with their circumstances, ever find yourself about to honk and give beezy-face to someone merging into your lane WITHOUT signaling just to notice it’s your ex-nutritionist or your friend’s mom?
Something that’s helping?
My Dipsea walks! Proud to say I’ve kept up this erry-other-day stair climbing, mind-defogging, motivation inducing mini hike
And guess who joined me on the path today?
Besides nature walks and Costco errands and the regular shimshams of my day, I’ve been helping the mama cook up a Mezze-licious storm to be consumed the second the sun has set aka the moment of glory
In the Bay Area, that moment occurs at 8:18PM
Sit at the table and your date is already waiting (PS check out SuperSana‘s most recent post for another witty rendition on dates):
Ramadan fast is broken with the Palm Tree’s sweetest offspring, the date
The past couple of nights have consisted of the following:
How patient are you?
What is something about yourself you would like to work on?
Dates? Yay or nay?