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"Sure, I'll meet you at Lincoln Center in an hour in a dress and pearls."
There are times when I say something in conversation and realize how ridiculous my life is, and wonder how I got here. Last night was one of those times. A friend had an extra ticket to the Met[ropolitan Opera] last-minute, so I got to see Ariadne auf Naxos for free. It was completely awesome, especially Kathleen Kim, who played Zerbinetta.
I read this book during my lunch hour, and am trying to have a better approach to working while having a creative life. I've been writing poems on post-its during slow times, and I brought my laptop today and managed to write a little during my break. One of the suggestions in the book was to think about all of the positive things you get out of your job -- and it's actually a surprisingly long list. "Ability to be 22 in New York City" is at the top. I need to work on not forgetting how incredible it is that I am here. Monica and I had coffee a few days ago and we talked about the fact that "live in New York" is one thing that a lot of people dream about, something that's on a to-do-before-I-die list. We are, quite literally, living the dream -- even if it doesn't always seem like it, each and every moment of every day.
Here's the thing about New York -- sometimes it's not about what actually happens, day-to-day. It's about the possibilities. I wake up each morning (okay, or afternoon) and -- I could meet anyone. There's so much to explore. It would take millions of lifetimes to discover even close to everything that there is to find. New York is a treasure map with too many X's.
This weekend is going to be absolutely insane at the flower shop. My first day was promising, I think -- I got a knife that I was instructed to put my name on, and they spent a lot of time training me how to do things, which is a good sign. Responsibilities for the day included making a home delivery during a snowstorm (she didn't tip, but the walk was beautiful), cutting various flower stems (with a special bow-and-arrow type motion in the air that involves moving the knife sharply toward myself -- in one fluid motion, in an ideal world), boxing up flower arrangements to look pretty, and tying ribbons around bouquets to make them look pretty. All the florists seem like lovely people -- and one man is Spanish and two women are Japanese, so hopefully that means I can have lots of chances to practice my languages. I'm trying to pick up a bit of Polish and French at my other job -- it helps to keep my mind engaged.
There are times when I say something in conversation and realize how ridiculous my life is, and wonder how I got here. Last night was one of those times. A friend had an extra ticket to the Met[ropolitan Opera] last-minute, so I got to see Ariadne auf Naxos for free. It was completely awesome, especially Kathleen Kim, who played Zerbinetta.
I read this book during my lunch hour, and am trying to have a better approach to working while having a creative life. I've been writing poems on post-its during slow times, and I brought my laptop today and managed to write a little during my break. One of the suggestions in the book was to think about all of the positive things you get out of your job -- and it's actually a surprisingly long list. "Ability to be 22 in New York City" is at the top. I need to work on not forgetting how incredible it is that I am here. Monica and I had coffee a few days ago and we talked about the fact that "live in New York" is one thing that a lot of people dream about, something that's on a to-do-before-I-die list. We are, quite literally, living the dream -- even if it doesn't always seem like it, each and every moment of every day.
Here's the thing about New York -- sometimes it's not about what actually happens, day-to-day. It's about the possibilities. I wake up each morning (okay, or afternoon) and -- I could meet anyone. There's so much to explore. It would take millions of lifetimes to discover even close to everything that there is to find. New York is a treasure map with too many X's.
This weekend is going to be absolutely insane at the flower shop. My first day was promising, I think -- I got a knife that I was instructed to put my name on, and they spent a lot of time training me how to do things, which is a good sign. Responsibilities for the day included making a home delivery during a snowstorm (she didn't tip, but the walk was beautiful), cutting various flower stems (with a special bow-and-arrow type motion in the air that involves moving the knife sharply toward myself -- in one fluid motion, in an ideal world), boxing up flower arrangements to look pretty, and tying ribbons around bouquets to make them look pretty. All the florists seem like lovely people -- and one man is Spanish and two women are Japanese, so hopefully that means I can have lots of chances to practice my languages. I'm trying to pick up a bit of Polish and French at my other job -- it helps to keep my mind engaged.