Last night I booked a flight to Costa Rica. By myself. This is not the kind of thing I normally do on a whim, but I did it without thinking about it too hard and I gotta say I'm pretty stoked. The plan is pretty simple: I'm going to live on a beach for 8 days, surf every morning, root around in the jungle, scuba dive once or twice, write a whole bunch and hopefully meet some interesting people. Who knows. Maybe I won't come back at all. Or maybe I will and walk around reborn like some blissfully zenned-out Matthew McConaughey. I'm open to either possibility.
One of the good things about this trip is its going to shake me out of these winter doldrums. No more holiday benders. No more hitting snooze at 6am and missing the morning CrossFit classes I pay way too much to skip. No more lamenting the icky stretch of monsoon winter yawning ahead for the next three months. It's goal time. It's Oprah time! Time to get back to the best version of myself or whatever it is she's preaching these days. Which for me means going back to the strict Paleo lifestyle and building myself into some kind of living, breathing machine. The freezer's filled with meat of all species, the pantry's stacked with nuts and berries, I'm popping vitamins, oils and herbs like candy and generally prepping for a very different kind of 2015.
As part of this new mentality, some friends and I have decided to start the year off right with something we call "Dryuary." This means not drinking alcohol for an entire month, which for any red-blooded New Yorker, is a very challenging thing to do in the wintertime. Our theory is, the more people we can swindle into committing to this, the fewer drinkers there will be to peer pressure us back into the normal life of happy hours, weekend ragers and boozy Sunday brunches. So far, our straight-edge crew consists of five brave souls...but we welcome any new members with open arms. Dryuary means something different for everyone; for some its a annual reboot both physically and mentally, for others, its a period of spiritual soul-searching, and still others, as a means to drop all the holiday poundage. In my world, Dryuary very simply means going back to CrossFit 3 times a week, cooking for myself daily, focusing on work and getting back into the swing of a regular, daily routine. Basically, re-learning how to be a functional, adult human being.
That said, we're gonna have a lot of free time on our hands and we'll have to get creative in filling it. Lucky for us, my favorite source of home inspiration, Apartment Therapy, has launched their annual "January Cure" challenge which should eat up a lot of time. Each day, the site emails you a new task to help clean and organize your humble abode. I was really proud of how much I cleared from my hoarder's paradise last week (two lamps, a bedside table, and a ton of old magazines)...until I followed it up by purchasing a better bedside table, a French hat rack from the 70s and a weird wooden arrow emblazoned with a Native American decal. (I thought it would be a good place to hang my keys). Oops.
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| French "Glass Bottle" Hat Hanging Rack! |
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| New & improved bedside table! |
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| This is weird. But I love it! |
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