Wasabi Moments

I’ve been living alone for almost a month now and loving every minute of it.
Alone, yes.
But not a bit lonely.

In fact, I’m relishing the luxury of not having to worry about or defer to anyone else for a very big change.

Tonight, I’m in front of my computer after having polished off a bowl of fresh strawberries and rice milk. The only sound breaking through the silence is that of the crickets and the occasional squawk of passing geese overhead.

Yesterday, I took myself on a date to the Farmer’s Market in the nearby town of Milwaukee, where I treated myself to a bowl of freshly concocted soup at a booth called “Souper-Natural” after having roamed and picked through a rich variety of other produce, craft and prepared food booths. For dessert, I had a bowl of peach gelato.

Since I left my old life, my taste buds have expanded and demanded something a little different: ethnic foods such as Indian, Thai and Chinese. One of the booths at the market, “Carol’s Nuthouse”, carried a huge selection of packaged nuts, with several varieties coated in wausabi, which I learned means “horseradish”. After tasting samples (urged upon me by the kind proprietor) several kinds of wausabi covered nuts, I discovered that I liked the stuff. So I purchased a couple bags of medley-style wausabi treats, containing roasted nuts, seeds, (some covered with wausabi and some of the plain-roasted kind), ginger and cranberries.

I topped off my evening by renting a couple movies and watching them until my eyeballs almost fell out of my head. And why not? I can now sleep in without any concern about anyone else’s schedule.

If a part of me begins to wonder if I’ll get bored with this living-alone kind of life, another part of me immediately knows the answer. It doesn’t matter what happens next. If I continue enjoying what’s happening in the present moment and stay in the present moment. Joy will remain forever.