My friend, Lisa Skye, is traveling around the world (Mexico, South America, London, Africa . . . ) for an indefinite period of time and she is logging her experiences and feelings through a blog. It's been so much fun to "travel" with her. Her posts have been such a great way to keep in touch and I almost feel like I'm there with her - I can hear her voice describing her adventures, her inflections, and I feel very present in her life. I am inspired, touched and moved and I want to share who I am with my people.
So, for all you who know me (or think you do), here's a chance to be part of my life, day-to-day, up and down, good and bad. I don't know if I'll keep up with it - this could be just a passing fancy and I'll end up making one or two entries a month. WHO KNOWS???? Or, I'll find that this accomplishes for me the one thing that I can never seem to get right: how to stay connected with the people I love in my life. I mean, if I have to tell the same story to 8 different people every week . . . well, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's HARD to stay connected! Especially when you're someone who likes a lot of "down" time. I get rejuvenated by hanging out in my apartment solo and doing non-essential things. Like rearranging the furniture. Or making a list of what I'm going to do tomorrow (maybe). Or just looking up interesting things on the web. Like what I'm doing right now.
Let me start by telling you about THIS day . . . woke up, got outta bed, dragged a comb across my head. ;) I have been approaching work with a very relaxed attitude these past 5 or 6 months. I mean, life is for living, not working 60 hours a week in some mind-numbing job that has never brought you more than a bit of fun and some green paper. In order to do this successfully (i.e., without going bankrupt or starving), one must first believe that everything works out in the end. Everything that happens is for my benefit. I will be taken care of.
I woke up this morning after a delicious 8 hours of sleep, had some coffee, checked my emails and decided I would go roller blading for my morning exercise. Well, I couldn't find my protective gear, so I borrowed Bryon's. His wrist guards fit, but not the elbow or knee pads and I thought to myself, "I'll be fine. I haven't fallen since the very first time. I'll find them the next time." I had made one successful loop around Prospect Park without incident and was weighing whether or not I had time for another loop. What the hell! Work can wait! This is an investment in me! Yep. You probably already know where this is going. I was really gliding along, feeling like one of those cross country athletes who does in-line skating in the summer months and ... BAM! ... I lose my balance and go down hard! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? Thankfully, I'm just a little bruised and scraped and, at that point, feeling like a 6-year old. :( stupid! stupid! stupid!
I finish the loop ('cuz I'm a bad ass chick), pick myself up off the ground and get back in the game and swear I will never leave the house unprotected again.
I finally leave for work at noon and I run into the super, Arthur Forde, on my way out the door. He's Caribbean, 65, and still has that beautiful, lilting, island speech from his youth. He retires this year and is going to his home in Barbados. I'm invited. ;) You can tell he was quite the ladies' man and has often said, "if only I were 20 years younger . . . " But, today, he says to me, "you're rich. I know you have $300,000 in the bank and investments all over the city." hmmm. Yes, I am rich. But not like that. I live rich. Why wait until I'm 65 to enjoy all that life has to offer? As my favorite movie quote says, "You either get busy livin' or get busy dyin'."
here's to living . . .
