Lounging calls for an ultimate devotion to kimonos and earthily printed pants. I’ve been in a mood to sit back, wake up earlier on the weekends to catch up on reading . . . maybe even write a poem or two . . . watercolor a painting to put up on my wall. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done these things. One of the main struggles of living in NYC is the one-sidedness of urban life. Work work work. Every day is task driven. Every day a job needs to get done, but its never fully finished, so the next day you drill your way through it again. Sleep is usually no more than 5 hours a night for me. The city is beautiful but it moves so fast, sometimes it’s hard to see it for what it is from the outside again. I want this to be the summer of appreciating what NYC has given me, and for me to give it something back, while at the same time letting my mind wander a bit more and not have to feel rushed into the next thing as much. Maybe now I can have time to make my own coffee in the morning and really get to taste it. Maybe start a conversation with someone on the subway and not just leave it at that.