Running Late

June 26, Day 5:

without fail, the days I am running late (like this morning), are the same days that there will be construction, delays, detours or someone sick on the train ahead of mine, so my train will be late. So... lesson here, if I am already 10 minutes late, I might as well count on being 30 minutes late.

This has been a reoccurring trend while living in NYC. A very smart friend of mine once told me that, "The city runs on its own time, it does not care about your plans." And its true. I use to get frustrated about it, almost on the brink of wanting to stomp my feet on the ground and throw a tantrum- a full out tantrum, like a 5 year old. But right at the edge of no return, every time, I either see a clown on the subway, on its way to work, a little kid with sunscreen all over its face on the way to summer camp, or my personal favorite, the tourist- and all of a sudden, its ok. Because I realize then... I am actually back living in NYC, and actually enjoying it.

There is no controlling NYC, just have to learn to roll with its punches, and laugh when you want to cry. Giggle when you see a rat in the subway. Dance when you get caught in the rain without an umbrella. And of course, smile and nod when you see a unicycle riding down 2nd avenue. You are in NYC after all. 


peace, love, and back on city time,
B