I've noticed that as I get deeper into my life here, it's hard to remember to blog. Here's what I think the reason could be: I have always been a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. So when things I are up in the air and I need to stop and think and breathe, I write a journal and work through things. When things seem good and easy, I am not as compelled to pick up a pen (or keyboard), as I am just taking the moments as they come. It's just a theory.
Walking to get candy for the staff at Bloomie's today, I stopped to look around at the Christmas windows, the decorations, the madness of Black Friday, the Tony Bennett xmas carols pouring out of the speakers, and I had a thought I seem to have about once a week. "Holy Shit. I fucking live in New York." It's so hard for me, even now -- nearly 6 months in, not to be amazed nearly every day. There is so much about living in this city that's constantly breathtaking. Be it standing on a corner, awash in 10 different languages, not one of them english, or standing amidst the hustle of the city in columbus circle on the friday after thanksgiving at 11 pm and just needing to stare. Walking to the subway, I had to stop and just watch. As I stood beneath the Time Warner building, a pretty piece of architecture in any light, but now full of huge colorful stars and surrounded by trees drenched in tiny white lights, I found myself momentarily mesmerized. I say to anyone who comes across this string of silly thoughts, if you take anything away from my ramblings, take this: Change your life. Just do it. Don't listen to the voices that say no or why not, just leap, make changes and with all your heart. If you're sure, if you just do -- the parachute will open, the ground won't be that hard. Leap and life will find you.
It was a good day.
Things in my life are good, and the things that could use some improvement are improving.
I choose to believe.
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