Good morning, Wednesday. After almost a full week of doing double doggie duty, I can honestly say I'm completely exhausted. It's not that big a deal watching either of these guys- but when the visiting dog gets the poops and then the other one gets 'em too, well...not fun. Let's just say I had a shitty weekend and then some, obvious pun intended.
And to top it all off, I'm working on a bunch of projects and have felt that I have been walking in a bit of a fog lately- with dos perros and conference calls every 15 minutes, my life has not felt much like mine lately, in fact it hasn't felt like life at all. I've been on autopilot of late trying to figure out how to navigate things- why is it in New York that everything seems so much more intense and difficult? Sure I'm happy to be back, but man. My life has not changed that much from Miami in terms of the every day, but everything is so much more exhausting here...I think it's the energy in the city- so many different force fields and magnetism and personalities and moods and smells and tastes and sights that you can't help but feel dizzy sometimes. I think I may have underestimated the fact that I lived in Miami for 7 years, and though I never felt like putting down roots there, it did somehow become home, because I'm the type that has to create one, wherever I am. Fast forward to now, three months and change into New York life, and I still feel like we need to put our roots down here, to feel like home again, and to settle in to our new lives.
Lately I've felt a bit rudderless as you know, but as I sit on this flight to LA for a quick trip, I suddenly feel the need to get grounded and (re)discover all of the things that make me feel Earth bound, which may mean getting my hands a little dirty when it comes to the stuff that does not involve conference calls, dog poop, or trying to find time for a manicure. I need to dig in and take walks, go to museums, hang out with friends, and hang out with my husband and dog, and maybe do a little gardening in our very own Brooklyn backyard. I'm feeling a great desire to touch the Earth and do some planting, even though traditionally I'm not so great at it, but going to give it a shot..
Now that I'm in this plane high above the ground and watching "Glee" on my little personal TV (Lea Michelle and Chris Colfer singing 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina'- wow), I'm all about coming back to New York and laying down some roots again- I'm thanking the magic of air travel for this little epiphany- if I've been wonky on this blog of late, I apologize. Just finding my city legs again and sense they're well on their way- oh and don't cry for me, loyal readers. The truth is, I never left you, even if all this change has me feeling like I left myself for a little while. And that's what's up this digging deep in the dirt kind of Wednesday 30,000 feet in the air. All the love and XO...