Sunday, August 31, 2014
Every year at this time I try to prepare for the month ahead. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. So jumping into the fray this time around, belatedly, with a few sentences:
What I know:
That art has taken the place of writing for me this year, which is just fine.
That I still, maybe, feel the need to write, so here I am again.
That I work too hard, and so it's really OK when I procrastinate. A little.
That I'm learning how to stand up for myself.
That I'm learning about the kinds of people with whom I need to surround myself.
That I'm blessed for having so many of those people in my life right now.
That I'm really, really lucky.
That living, especially in New York City, is a long, roiling, wavy line.
That if you examine that line closely, it still does contain small, smooth moments of tranquility.
That I'm learning to discover more of those moments.
That I'm learning.