I let myself get into a funk this week. It was a combination of several little things that I let fizzle up into an overwhelming ‘I want to crawl into a hole’ feeling. When this happens my mind races and good luck sleeping. I had a few ‘let’s play squeaky toy until 5am’ nights with Winston. Insomnia does not bother him at all. The guy can sleep at anytime.
So I listened to a book, made lists (goal oriented lists, lists for work, lists of to-do’s), had a midnight dance party, more squeaky toy, and fell deep into instagramland for quotes. Here are a few favorites. As I get older, I’ve realized it is absolutely necessary to make peace with the things I cannot change. I had the Food Network on a few nights ago and they featured a restaurant in Nashville that I went to a few times. My last memory there, I had vertigo and had not yet figured out my heart/migraine thing and it was a miserable night. The company was great, the occasion was special and memorable, but I regret that I couldn’t enjoy it more. I didn’t faint, but the room was spinning, I had huge glasses the month prior to LASIK, and I had cold sweats – I remember being soaked in sweat. My body sometimes shuts down on me and can’t handle it. It’s hard to explain, but I was sitting in Indy a year later wishing I could go back. I had to tell myself that you can’t live in the past and I am blessed to be where I am now. It may not be the same, I may never go to that restaurant again and I can’t have a mulligan. A few of my friends have remarked how much stronger I am than I was just a few years ago. As someone who has always been pretty comfortable with myself, I know myself even better. These quotes all emphasize that you have to live one day at a time and I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Your attitude and character attract the people in your life and I have never regretted either.
It’s also important to remember that “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.” You never know what struggles someone is going through, but you can control how you react to those struggles. I’ve been told I am a REALLY nice person, which is the best compliment I can receive, but that kindness does not mean I am always happy. I don’t always feel great about myself. I am happy with who I am, but there’s a difference there. It’s also important to keep perspective of all of the accomplishments and steps I have taken in life. You are your own worst critic.
Now that the rambling life thoughts have been shared, I decided to have a very Libby Saturday to get me out of my funk and enjoy all the little things. I have work I need to do over the weekend before Monday morning, but I decided that would be my Sunday agenda. So, I explored new food and rode my bike (aka my perfect day). I started with Wildwood Market, which a friend had recommended. It’s in Fountain Square and they have a table outside every Saturday with locally grown vegetables from a couple that lives on a farm about a mile away from the market. They have 15 chickens (the city would let them have up to 22) and they get 8-9 eggs every day. I bought an eggplant, yellow tomatoes, and a few baby cukes. I loved talking with them and I even told them about Ina’s lasagna that I made last week.
Inside the market, it smelled amazing. They have a new sandwich every day (follow them on Instagram for the daily update) and today it was brioche, turkey, fried green tomato, and cheddar. I did not get the sandwich, but I did do some damage: homemade wheat bread, two everything bagels, a sunflower, an orange, a pb chocolate chip cookie (which I hope to recreate), bloody mary flavored potato chips (holy mouth on fire – get the milk ready), kale, and croutons. Odd assortment, but I went in hungry.
Once I got home with my goodies, I decided the obvious lunch choice was a BLMT. Say what with that M? That would be mozzarella. Trust me, it’s delicious. Feel free to add a B with some basil or a P for some pesto if you are really fancy.
Here’s the inside of the market. I loved the lady that helped me – she was quirky and fun and seemed to appreciate my enthusiasm. The market used to be a gas station and the renovation is so cool! It reminds me of the Parisian market near 56th and College on the Monon. Another great market that serves dinner and is housed in an old gas station – you cannot beat the old retractable doors.
View of downtown coming back from Fountain Square
Then I explored the Cultural Trail and decided today was the day I would see how far Mass Ave goes. Success! I found the Monon Trail and explored until right before the State Fairgrounds. I had never seen many of the buildings along there and while it’s a tad sketchy, I felt safe during the day. Besides, I got a lot of ‘I like your basket’ comments as I rode by.
It is amazing how far you can see the Chase building – it will always get you home.
Keep Indy Beautiful was set up along the trail with a giant map to ‘connect the dots.’ It is a project supporting the riverways and downtown. I put my thumbprint in ink and marked my condo location on the map of downtown. I talked to them for awhile and we had some PR connections and shared a love for food along Mass Ave,
Celebratory salted caramel (two scoops were a must) ice cream after my Monon adventure. They also have glass cases full of chocolates and the prices are reasonable. Less than $5 for two scoops of ice cream and they let me try multiple flavors. Lemon gingersnap was a close second.