inspired by something my husband said one recent evening, which was that we could clean when it got dark and while we have light why don't we stroll through central park, i went outside.
doesn't sound especially remarkable, but it really is. patterns are hard to change, and one of mine is trying to get the house in order a little bit each night after work. which means i spend my day at work or at home. and with boxes still to be unpacked, it's easy to rationalize putting off anything that might be construed as unproductive.
don't get me wrong. i'm really not even that productive when i do stay in. i'm not a machine. most of the time i get sucked in by jeopardy then a few scrabble games online (see this, about my sickness) before i can really hunker down and do anything. perhaps in admitting this to myself, i found the strength to make a change. that and our walk to central park and in our neighborhood reminded me that i live in new york, and that i am happiest when i am drinking it in -- either by osmosis or keg stand.
i popped into a few shops on our block and appreciated the flavors, scents, sights, and vibes that can coexist on the same stretch of sidewalk. the housing works thrift shop smelled like berkeley in the summer (not exactly pleasant, but nostalgic for me); a room of strangers' memories and stories on display felt voyeuristic, tragic, and enchanting. the shoe store on the corner doesn't carry my size; i'm pretty sure this is good for me and the planet. the stationary shoppe smelled of sweet soaps and alliteration.
the sky is perfect. the breeze brings it to me.
