We Live Here

For the last few weeks I’ve been having a lot of anxiety. To spare you the fine workings of my inner-craziness, I’ll just boil it down to this: there isn’t enough fucking time.

There isn’t enough time to bake.
There isn’t enough time to go to the holiday markets.
There isn’t enough time to sip a spiked hot chocolate and admire my Christmas tree.
There isn’t enough time to eat healthy foods and go to the gym.
There isn’t enough time to make money.

You get the picture.

Anyway, after doing some soul-searching to quell my over-commitment-induced anxiety, I decided that I needed to prioritize things. This year, I’ve decided that the first priority in my life is holiday merry-making.

I want to enjoy all of the holiday cheer that this fine city of New York has to offer. When I leave New York in a week, I will continue my merry-making extravaganza in California. My days are going to be so merry and bright that sunglasses will be required.

In an effort to juice this holiday season raw, I’ve packed my calendar full of events: ice skating in Central Park, viewing the tree at Rockefeller Center, an ugly-sweater paint-your-own-pottery event, drinks with friends (both impromptu and planned), spontaneous Christmas movie viewings, and of course a whole slew of holiday parties, Mr. Fezziwig style.

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New York City is at my absolute favorite in December. The cold doesn’t get me down because it is part of the holiday magic. (I’d kindly ask Mother Nature to be done with snow and bitter cold come January 2, thankyousomuch.) It’s even grand to do touristy things at this time of year. The city is dressed up in its finest for us locals, too! The big star on Fifth Avenue, the tree, the lights on 55th Street, garlands in restaurants, trees on the sidewalk in front of CVS: it’s all part of the magic.

On Sunday, my friend Matt and I indulged in some Magnolia-eating, tree-viewing, Christmas-shopping, strolling-through-the-snow moments. When we arrived at the tree, we took the requisite pictures of each other individually in front of the tree.

[NB: I was feeling a little “down and out”, as they say, and so I put on my Sunday clothes: a fabulous vegan fur coat I acquired from a charming thrift store in Tennessee, a huge Adele-style bun, and some 6 inch stilettos. There’s no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes! I had a wonderful time, and kept singing “I am faaab-u-lous, baby!” as I strolled down the street, arm in arm with my dear friend.]

After we had taken individual photos, we searched the crowd for a person who seemed capable of taking a picture of us together [able to use an iPhone and aware of the fact that we wanted ourselves AND the tree in the picture. Sometimes it’s hard to find these people]. We located our prospective photographer and I approached her.

“Excuse me? Would you mind taking our picture?”

“Sure! No problem!” she obliged.

When we were done, I offered, “Would you like us to take yours?” She was with a friend.

She laughed, “No thanks. We live here!” More laughter.

“So do we,” I responded.

At that moment, I was pretty thankful for the fact that I could still find joy after 5 years in my gorgeous city, even among the tourists.

Here’s to days filled with love, merriment, gingerbread cookies, mulled wine, wonderful friends, giving for the joy it brings, and feeling thankful.

Go juice your holidays raw.

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I’m Gonna Pop Some Tags, or Random Tuesday Thoughts

I have some things to say, and they are not at all related. [This is entirely due to item #1.]

1. Sudafed. Ya’ll. Maybe I’ve just never taken Sudafed before, but that shit is TRIPPY. I’ve been on it since Friday. It’s fucked up my sleep [I’ve been calling it ‘hyper sleep’]. It’s made me buzz a mile a minute. It actually makes my skin and body tingle. I momentarily thought to myself, “Hmm… Maybe THIS could be my drug of choice!” and then I realized that I LOATHE the feeling of being on Sudafed. [So, don’t worry everyone, I don’t have a future as a meth-head, as much as I’d love to be an extra on Breaking Bad.] I saw my therapist today and talked, non-stop, for 45 minutes, all the while feeling like a lunatic on 6 shots of espresso. At the end of our session she actually cut me off and said “No, really. We need to stop now.” That said, it has CLEARED my sinuses right up. Zyrtec doesn’t work for me. Sudafed is my savior. [And, hey, my room got cleaned at 4:30 am so… it makes me super productive?]

2. Thrift Shop. I just. LOVE. This song and video so much. I cannot get enough of it. More, more, more Macklemore! [The whole album is actually unreal.]

3. Money. I filed my taxes at approximately 11:55 pm on April 15. I owed the State of New York money, but it was unclear as to whether or not they were going to electronically withdraw those funds from my account, or I was going to have to mail in a check. [Thanks for the confusion, TaxSlayer…] Anyway, a few days later, I panicked because the money had not been removed from my account, and I was worried I would be hit with a late payment fee. OF COURSE, as luck would have it, I ended up DOUBLE paying my state taxes [UGH! SO ANNOYING!]. So now… I’m waiting for my refund to be sent to me and… every time that I remember that it is on its way, it feels like Christmas! Yay for getting [my own] money [back]. 

4. Thankful. I am so thankful to finally be feeling better. It was a long month of sickness. Let’s never repeat that, ok universe?