Good grief, Thursday. I'm trying all sorts of tactics to keep all balls in motion, but damn if I haven't dropped a few this week. Nothing major, just busy at work which is great and challenging but I need a a little time with you all. I crave writing this blog like candy. And since I stopped eating candy, I need a little treat.
And since I'm strapped for time, I just wanted to give a bit of a shout out. To my New Yorkers. To a city that never stops intriguing me. I took a cab today to a meeting in Soho and looked around as everyone was rushing about in the cold winter sun- all colors, all creeds, a pair of dads walking arm in arm with their two kids. I always feel humbled that I get to live here. It has been my dream all of my life, and it is never lost on me. Even at times when I feel stuck for inspiration, there is always New York.
After what happened in Paris last week, I sympathized so much with the French not just for the obvious reasons, but because their city was terrorized. Their home. The city they live in, work in, love in. I imagine living in Paris is much like living in New York- endlessly beautiful, exciting, and comforting. Walking the streets of Paris you can't help but feel swept up in the charm, and that's how I have always felt about New York. And though the hustle of this city is next level and sometimes the collective energy of the subway forces me to take yet another cab home, I still love being here. I love the style, the attention to detail, the fast pace. I love the food, the inside jokes, and the banter that is always just a little too loud. I love my neighborhood, my pals, and discovering something new about New York almost every day. Come to think of it, New York is the longest love affair I've ever had, and although we took a break from each other, I just couldn't quit it.
I needed to put that out there because although the city is full of people wishing they lived in Miami right about now, I know all of us secretly love trying to find ways to survive and stay warm and get out jobs done when we don't have the comfort of a warm car waiting in the driveway or a radiator that does not make our skin flake off or clink and clank like a tin orchestra that doesn't know when to take a bow. I talk about Paris because I feel an immediate connection with the people there, that knowing look they are giving each other as everyone tries to get back to normal. That common bond that somehow things may never be the same. I just needed all of you to know how much I love my city and although it takes quite a bit of my energy and deep breathing to live here, it gives me so much in return.
I hope that wherever you are in the world, you feel grounded in your sense of home, or if you're more of a gypsy type, you're enjoying being right where you are, if only for a few minutes. Love to everyone who wants peace and tolerance in their own hometown. Because even when I'm stressed and busy and have my nose buried in the phone, looking up at my beautiful city is something I always have time to appreciate. You all know this of course, but sometimes a good mantra should be shared, and my love of New York is worth repeating. I love New York, I love New York, I love New York. There. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Cause that's what's up this big city Thursday in the 212. Yours, in big, giant apples and getting along. XO