Monday, September 27, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
All those to say...
Get ready NYC...
Monday, September 13, 2010
I love overanalyzing things to death. Somehow I don't always let these millions of thoughts out and burden everyone around me with them... only a select few (you KNOW who you are). I overthink which outfit I'm going to wear, what I'm going to eat, how I'm going to exercise, what music to listen to, what plans to make with friends, which room to clean, which eye shadow to apply, where to go on vacation, how to cut/color my hair, which project at work to tackle first, when to clip my dog's nails, which color should I put on my own nails... the list of trivialities goes on and on. But once all the possibilities have played out in my head and the decision is made, I never have regrets.
Here's where I get caught up on the bigger issues. The overthinking is still there. When I picked my apartment, it was like I was choosing the place I would be required to live in until the end of all time. When I buy plane tickets, I fret over getting the best price and picking the right dates as though I'm locked into selling my firstborn based on the decision. And when I date, I get to a point where I scruntinize everything about the date, myself, and the man himself as if one more date solidifies my future to the point of being set in stone with no turning back.
Whew. The realistic side of me KNOWS to stop, do some square breathing, and just go with the flow. Once I do, all is right with the world.
The Art of Overthinking. Embrace your overactive brain. Don't let it get the best of you. Just be. Overthinker and all. That's my lesson to myself...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friendly Neighborhood Alligator (found a block from my place)
Russell Brand filming the remake of "Arthur" down the street from my place.
"Smurfs" was filmed there before "Arthur"... RIP Papa Smurf (credit: Suzie Q who has requested to be removed from all Google searches and thus, will not have her full name listed)
Post-work, pre-weekend Subway Music...
All more reasons to love living here...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
- Sighing heavily as tourists in Times Square stop for no apparent reason to take pictures.
- Rolling my eyes when a suburban mom gets on the subway with her larger-than-life stroller.
- Shouting "C'MON" when a cab tries to mow you over.
- Learning that part of life is dealing with the MTA and its delays even when they raise the subway/bus fare.
- Loving the droll Pat Kiernan on NY1. (And the innane banter with Roger Clark)
- Refusing to drive within the marked lanes when I get a zipcar... sorry Mother, this is the New York way.
- Forgetting to acknowledge that walking 2 miles is actually a big deal to out-of-town guests... it's just old hat to us.
- Taking only one earphone out and simply slowing down to give someone directions rather than stopping to chit chat.
- Finding absurdity and plain old confusion in the non-New Yorkers who protest things like the proposed downtown mosque and gay marriage.
- And finally calling NYC "the city" because to a true New Yorker, it is indeed THE only one.
Those (and I'm sure many more) are things that make me a non-native New Yorker. But here are some things I hope I never lose:
- Tearing up every time I fly into LGA and see the skyline.
- Getting giddy whenever I look up at the Empire State Building from any vantage point in the city and see camera flashes go off.
- Proudly showing off my city to guests and never growing weary of the tourist hotspots.
- Never taking for granted the art, history, sports, and constant energy here.
- Loving all the many diversities of friends, acquaintances, coworkers, and even just the people I sit next to every day on the train.
9 years, New York. I still have that one friend from the beginning. I still have that awesome dog. And I've never given up that hope of changing the world. I've lived. I've loved. I've lost. But mostly... I've found.
Here's to us, NYC. And may we have many, many more to come...