It’s been one of those days where I’m not sure how it got to be 10:40pm when I just woke up like 10 minutes ago. One of those days where everything just kind of blurs together. Looking back on it I didn’t pay attention to the violinist and mandolin players at my station this morning even though I get super psyched every time they show up in the morning. I didn’t pay attention to Chinatown’s typical “Bags, wallet, glasses” calls as I rushed past the same people I see every single day (these same people have seen me come and go from the subway every day for the past 2.5 years… Surely they remember me by now). I didn’t pay attention to how I intentionally stayed out of the shadowy part of the block on my mid-day walk. It was chilly again. And I definitely didn’t think twice about the man inside the N train performing what I can only assume was one of Shakespeare’s monologues in a baseball cap and a Universal Orlando jacket. I was too busy trying to pay attention to my podcast; my ear buds blaring. I didn’t notice and now the day is gone.
Stoop for days & the nook
It’s a lovely day outside –IF– you’re sitting in the nook with an open window. Mostly because it’s really windy and all the debris has been flying into my eyes all day. There’s a lot of dust and dirt and sand. Not to mention random trash blown from over-flowing tash cans. BUT… Seeing as how I am sitting in-doors in my cushion-y nook enjoying the breeze calmly filter in, I’m very much enjoying the weather. It’s sunny. Warm. Rare. Continue reading
A Lady in White On My Way to the Subway
She doesn’t walk so much as glides. White cloth covers her head to toe. Knee high white leather boots with a heel just high enough. A knee length lace embellished white dress with flowy sleeves reaching down to her fingertips. A white scarf gently covers her neck. A white head wrap completely covering her head. White squared rimmed glasses framing her [blue?] eyes. A long white umbrella with a white wooden hook hangs effortlessly from her wrist. She strolls along the sidewalk. Keeping a pace suggesting she’s got nowhere to be. A small child hanging from her arm – the colors from his shirt creating a huge splash of contrast with her angel-like appearance.
3 years isn’t a whole lot of time if you look at the big picture. But I wouldn’t go so far as to say it’s a short time period, especially if you’re talking about the length of time one’s lasted in New York City. Which I am. Am I getting too complicated about this? I do that sometimes. Continue reading
(I haven’t been able to loose extra weight, but my pants no longer fit me. lol) Continue reading
I feel like I live at the gym.
Day 15. It’s week 3 and I’m not loving the layout of these blog posts. They’re boring. I think you get the point of how much activity I’m doing and how I’m eating so I’ll continue sharing my routine (mostly to stay accountable) down at the bottom of the post. I’d rather just write about the things that are going through my mind. A lot. First off, I can’t believe it’s already week 3. I feel like I’ve made progress sure, but I have SO much more progress to make before I’m ready to get in a ring. You know? It’s terrifying. In the best way possible. Continue reading