I’m having a dream about that second-to-last night you’re in an apartment before you move. You’re excited about your new place – really excited – but something about looking around at the boxes and blank walls makes you incredibly sad and nostalgic for the times you had while you lived here.
In my dream, I’m packing up those last essentials … toothbrush, a few pairs of shoes. In the cleaned fridge remain only a half-full gallon of spring water and the last two eggs in the carton.
My mind is helping me clean house after closing a door I’d, we’d, kept barely open with our foot for months. I was tired of living there alone.
I woke up from the dream to an email response that I was waiting for. And now my dream is calling me back to go sweep one last time, check all the corners and closets, pack up the cat and look around and smile before I back out of the room and close that door.
I was on the C Train, dressed up for a viewing party for the Oscars at a nice bar called Greenhouse. I was meeting a girlfriend of mine there.
I was reading something on my phone, then I looked up and electricity passed between my heart and his. You know that feeling. When you see someone in the crowd and your heart flip-flops. You get a chill that starts at the base of your spine, spreads to your stomach and ends with the hair standing up on back of your neck. You just know. I know within seconds if a person is going to be a real part of my life.
I looked back down at my phone. Tried to avoid his eyes. Looked back up, and he was straight up staring at me. He was gorgeous. A head of dark, thick curly hair and curious eyes. Tall. And still staring. Continue reading
You have no power or influence over any person or organization until you become part of their story.
You have no real relationship or kinship to someone if they haven’t woven you into their narrative.
This concept drives trillions of dollars every year. Word of mouth marketing . . . have you heard of it?
Stepping away from business, though, I have had occasion to think about this again and ponder it for quite some time over the past few weeks.
It’s something I started thinking about last year, and now that’s come up several times in just a few days, I’m taking it as a sign to pay attention and internalize it.
Playing around on the beach in Isla Holbox (in the Mexican Carribbean) August 2009
A couple of my girlfriends are considering getting an IUD, and I promised I’d write this blog in time for it to be of use to them. I did my homework over the course of about a year before deciding to go for it in March, and there’s still shit I wasn’t prepared for. This is hopefully going to show up for anyone who Googles “what to expect with an IUD.”
Photo Credit: Liz Henry (via Flickr)
This is bits and pieces written over the course of about a week.
(Thoughts) Something that made me sad today: A man was walking ahead of me on Madison Avenue as I was on my way back to my office. I saw him saying “Excuse me. Excuse me,” to a lady in front of him. She had earmuffs on. Whether or not she heard him or not, I don’t know. He shook his head and she kept walking.
I couldn’t help but make eye contact with him when I passed. He said, “Excuse me,” so I paused. It was a busy street, I wasn’t worried about myself. He said, “Are you from New York? I’m from Yonkers – I’ve been in the city since last night and I’ve been walking a very long time. All I’ve been asking people, what I want to ask you is, I’m very hungry. Can you help me get something to eat?” Continue reading