Back from quite an amazing weekend. Danced quite a lot. Unplugged a bit and wasn’t on my phone as much. Caught up on some sleep. Hit the gym. Not quite ready to start packing for my next adventure . . . to Seoul, Korea of all places! Thursday morning, we will be on our way 🙂 As stoked as one can be to see a part of Asia I haven’t gotten to know yet. It’ll be quite the wild week, that’s all I know.
It’s Sunday night as I prepare this post, and I’m sipping on my favorite beer and just enjoying an evening of solitude. As I get older, I realize really how good for the soul it is to have some time set aside to spent with myself. To reflect. To read a book. To watch a movie without distractions. To create a piece of art just for myself to hang on my wall. To listen to my same favorite song over and over again with no one to tell me to lower the volume or turn it off. I can be as lazy or as productive as I want to.
I love the hours I have to myself just as much as I love NYC after a good rain. My friend took these pictures on one of the season’s most rainiest of weeks ever. Despite the grey clouds, the Soho streets still were hustling and bustling. Feet moving in every possible direction. Last minute errands being ran before the rain actually hit down too hard. The ones with no umbrellas walking a little bit more speedily than the rest. Coats and jackets in every possible color, standing out even more against the grey overcast shadows brought down by the clouds overhead. Everything looks more warm and comforting. At least, that is how I feel. I love NYC during every single season. It is its endless vitality that is so energizing. Sometimes too energizing, some might say. But to me, just the right amount. I feel so lucky to live in a city that makes me feel this way every single day 🙂