What Year is it?

Today as I took the long way home from Easter brunch, I thought back to my the other three Easter holidays I have spent in the city.
The first year I lived in a tiny 6x10 bedroom attached to the Vanderbilt YMCA and I spent the day with my sorority sister, Lori, who flew up to spend the weekend with me. Lori and I went to my church on the Upper East Side, but sneaked out during the final hymn to grab a cupcake at Magnolia Bakery before her flight left.
The next year I met a friend in Coney Island for a corn dog and lemonade. With no family around, it seems as the only logical way to spend the Easter holiday.
Then last year, I met 4 girl friends at fancy church in midtown followed with chicken salad and Earl Gray tea at Alice's Tea Cup.
Today, I had spent my Easter brunch with dear friends at an apartment in the Lower East Side and was now walking the 30 blocks home in my three inch heels to soak in the beautiful city life.
I hear people say all the time how fast time goes by. But now as I reflected the last four Easters I had spent in this city, it seemed crazy how fast these years came and gone. These last three years have been some of the best times of my life, but I look at them in a blur. I found that instead of living moment by moment or even day by day, I was living paycheck to paycheck or weekend by weekend. Instead of taking life slow and enjoying that day, I was living by my monthly obligations like, paying rent by the 10th, volunteering on the 4th Sunday, and pay checks on the 15th and 30th. Days are no longer Mondays or Tuesdays, they are "two days till the weekend" or "I get paid in four days" or "Ahhh I can't wait for vacation next month."
Ever notice how slow the days were before the word obligation was actually an obligation?
By the time my toes started cramping from the hike home I realized my years were running together because I had organized it that way. What else can I expect when I count my year by 12 volunteer events, 24 paychecks, 48 weekends, a few holidays, and 1 ski trip? And although I do look forward to my annual list of activities and events, I suppose I could re-organize my list. Maybe replace numbers with people.
It's a start.

Snow Head

Dog of the Week

Fashion Orange

What do you get when you mix Christo's "The Gates" with designer Donna Karen during Fashion Week?





Sadly, both still look like Home Depot projects gone wrong.
I wonder which intern had the fabulous job of finding 75 unused bikes and spray-painting them highlighter orange in the middle of New York City?

Bag Man

This morning I passed a homeless man carring a huge Fendi bag. I can respect that! He may not be able to eat for a week, but atleast he has a fantastic bag!

Homeless People that Make me Smile

I love the fine print: From all of us at Belvue Psychiatric ward

Only in New York!

Sign up now folks! Juggling AND stilt walking lessons for only $50!
My favorite part is the the fine print: meditative stress reliever.

Is that all it takes to relieve stress??? A few juggling and stilt walking lessons?
If that were the case, all 8 million New Yorkers would be walking around the city on stilts and juggling at all times! Talk about a new reason to visit New York!!!