“We’re getting a real table.” Meanwhile, I’d spotted not the Vanity Fair and GQ editors I’d seen on my other trips to the restaurant, but a woman I went to high school with. I asked the two women seated next to me if they wanted me to make more room for them. Worse, the octopus I ordered turn out to be a single, throbbing, large, perverse-looking tentacle. Ninety seconds later, I was sitting alone underneath a lot of outerwear hung high on a wall being surveilled by the 10 or so people standing and waiting for tables. At the West Village trattoria Via Carota one Thursday night, I was told I could wait 45 minutes for a table, or sit at a tiny drinks table in the coat area. First, I wanted to eat dinner alone in a restaurant where I was likely to run into people I knew. I suppose it should have come as no surprise that I liked pretending that I had no face, given that the bulk of my yes list had to do with anxieties about other people, particularly acquaintances. I started by making a list of activities that I aspired to but that, as “The Year of Yes” put it, were “scary” or took me “out of my comfort zone.” I wondered, will I, like the “Grey’s Anatomy” character Cristina Yang, learn to “dance it out,” or, like the “Scandal” heroine, Olivia Pope, learn to “stand in the sun” - or will I dedicate the rest of my life to tucking my Smith & Hawken gardening clogs into my PBS tote bag? Rhimes had lost more than 100 pounds, given the commencement speech at Dartmouth, appeared on “Jimmy Kimmel Live,” stopped working on the weekends and chosen the writing life over a marriage proposal.Įager, as I would tell a friend, “to get a little Shonda in my life,” I recently spent a month emulating Ms. By the end of her memoir, “ Year of Yes: How to Dance It Out, Stand in the Sun and Be Your Own Person,” Ms.
Rhimes - a workaholic, 43-year-old single mother of three whose stage fright had her turning down many requests for public appearances - to spend a year saying yes to new opportunities. Rhimes’s sister told her, “You never say yes to anything.” This prompted Ms. Up until Thanksgiving 2013, Shonda Rhimes, the creator of “Grey’s Anatomy” and “Scandal” and executive producer of “How to Get Away With Murder,” was in a similar rut. In the last year, I started doing needlepoint while drinking a gin and tonic currently nothing holds my interest like “ The Great British Baking Show” and its explications of self-saucing puddings. What once burgeoned or flourished now crystallizes or self-embalms.
It is the hallmark of most adults, as we lurch zombielike into middle age, increasingly to become distilled versions of ourselves.
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