I feel like a rubber ball right now, bouncing all over the place. I’m dreaming big and have a long list of things to see and do. Make that “lists.” Plural. It’s all good stuff. I want to apply for master’s programs. I want to freelance. I want to see shows and plays. I certainly didn’t move to Manhattan to sit in my room watching TV, but sometimes I just want to sit in my room, watching TV.
So I’ve been prioritizing. Obviously work and school have to be high on my list. That’s how I support myself. And, well, I committed to school, so I’m going to do this. Connections with other people are also high up. I also want to be flexible enough to go to lunch with work friends, go for a walk with Quyn or hang out with Ryan in the living room. Just yesterday, a friend suggested we wait in line for a “Daily Show” taping. I was in.
But I also need to do my laundry, visit my sister and eat dinner. So this week, I wrote out a list of priorities as you see here. I’ll admit, putting “run” on my list feels a lot like putting “brush teeth” on a list. Shouldn’t I just do that without having to remind myself? Well, no.
I’m working through this list, but also skipping as necessary. No time to apply for new jobs? Fine, I have a job. Maybe I can’t run three times a week, but I can run once. And I walk so much and climb six flights of stairs multiple times per day, so not running doesn’t mean no physical activity.
I’m writing this more for my benefit than yours. It’s like I need to convince myself. New York has a way of stretching me. Sure, I had things going on in Seattle, but not to the point where I was booking by the hour. For example, my plan tonight is to go for a run, go home to eat dinner, shower and change before going to the theater. In Seattle, the run would have been the evening plan.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.