On getting back from Miami I made a commitment to myself to write every day, and as Wednesday night whittles down, I’m keeping that commitment (at least as far as the West Coast is concerned)!
It was a long day through The City this Wednesday, which for me was dominated by the screens of my laptop and phone as I tried to catch up on some old emails, forgotten invoices, texts, and all that other ‘jazz’. Really, it wasn’t all that fun, but there was still some magic! At lunch-time, I realized what I’d been missing since I got back to Los Angeles: my burritos, of course!
When it hit me, I slogged through the heat and walked over to the Burrito King in Echo Park, where I ordered myself a bean and cheese burrito. Bean and cheese is my favorite because it’s just so soft and mushy for yours truly; in the second that the warm foil with the tortilla wrapped inside came into my hands, I tore open the foil and gobbled the sucker down like I was King Kong!
Just a few feet away, it was rush-hour at Sunset and Alvarado, where the area was dominated by the sound of engines, exhaust, and the rest of the usual suspects of L.A. smog and traffic. Even so, none of the noise could reach yours truly and his meal when it came time for their union: withstanding the afternoon heat together, the little bean and cheese burrito and I were simply meant to be with each other, and ah, were we ever.
Later in the afternoon, I found myself more than just pleased with my decision, but absolutely grateful to my better self for taking care of my stomach so well! Regardless of whether I’d actually gotten anything done for the day over the screens, I knew one thing: I satisfied my soul with a precious little burrito, which was more than enough.