Sunday, November 10
There's a scene in Thelma & Louise that always haunted me. (Is 'haunted' too strong? I merely want to convey that it stayed with me in a sort of evocative, but not in a-good-way way . . what verb would you use?)
It comes at the beginning when to give a quick character snapshot of Louise you see her single water glass drying next to the sink. Everything in its place.
Hmmm . .. snapshot of an uptight spinster or, a woman who likes a clean kitchen? For me, the image wasn't positive, but it resonated.
I wasn't married (or divorced) at the time the movie came out--- hell no, I was still a young, wild thing (I remember Tara and I were so amped when we came out from the movie that we drove around Boston as fast as we could-- making the wheels squeal on the turns-- okay, full disclosure? SHE was driving and I was holding my head out the window). And yet, the "snapshot" scene of Thelma (the younger woman) -- eating a candy bar in furtive bites, each time sticking it back into the refrigerator before pulling it out again for another bite-- absolutely didn't resonate with me. So maybe in the moment of watching it I responded to my inner (future) spinster? Hmmm, I wonder.
This odd memory has come up because I am thinking about habits and routines.
I know I have mentioned in times past how one of my intractable routines is that the kitchen sink has to be clean before I go to bed. Not because I can't sleep with a sink full of dishes, but because waking up in the morning and being greeted by a sink full of dirty dishes is just not how I want to start my day.
Yesterday I was reading in this book and jotting down the following, "to change your life is to change your energy. To make an elemental change in your mind and emotions you can't do things as you always have." In other words, if I want new outcomes, I must break routines. "How can I expect something wonderful and different to show up when I think the same thoughts, perform the same actions and experience the same emotions every single day?"
And so, last night, as I was headed to the kitchen to clean up, I decided to do something I don't normally do. I signed up for Netflix and got an instant streaming account and watched the first three episodes of White Collar -- in the guest room that I have now christened "the TV lounge" despite the fact that it is missing a, um, you know-- actual television.
Although I must admit, after the third episode when I was ready to go to sleep -- I did get up and wash the dishes.
Which, as ever, made me very happy when I walked into the kitchen this morning.
But then-- in pursuit of continuing to mix up my daily routines -- I decided not to come in here and post until some odd time of the day. Like dusk. Like now.
Okay. I'm all for creative disruption - but you know what?
I don't like writing at this time of day.
The end of the day is good for two things: naps and walks.
I'll let you guess which one the girl is gonna choose.
Posted by Elizabeth Duvivier at 2:20 PM