Day 166: Late Starts.
Breakfast. It’s what’s for lunch.
Day 165: Fat Tuesday.
After a day of chasing the dollar, going from one interview on the Upper West to a training shift in Downtown Brooklyn - I treated myself to a glass of wine and a salad at Bareburger while I waited for my baby to meet me up once he got off work.
After we met up, we headed down to Smith St, where we stumbled across Bar Tabac - in which there was a love New Orleans inspired brass band in honor of Mardi Gras.
That’s the thing about New York - even if the party doesn’t originate here, rest assured we’ll make sure to bring it here.
Day 164: Doe Eyes.
While sitting in the living room talking with my father, I caught a glimpse of this little guy sizing is up through the window.
Day 163: Soak.
After an intense weekend of yoga TT - nothing called to me more than this lavender camomile epsom salt bath and the musical musings of The American Dollar.
Day 162: Warm Welcome.
Came home from my yoga TT this evening to be greeted by this beautiful sight as soon as I walked through the door.
My man sure does know the way to my heart.
Day 161: Deceptive.
Don’t let the sunshine fool you, poor Brooklyn was fucking brick outside.
Day 160: Saucy.
What else is there to do on a blisteringly cold night with nowhere to go besides watch love actually and make a homemade sauce?
Day 159: Sixpoint Connection.
After not seeing this girl in over a year, we finally got together and threw a few down at the Sixpoint tap takeover at Taproom 307.
It had been way too damn long, and I’m looking forward to seeing way more of you.
Day 158: Here’s to the Jobless.
After officially being ‘let go’ by the restaurant I’ve been working in for the last 2 and a half months because they just came to the conclusion that I “wasn’t a good fit”, I think I might have actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure, this is the first time I have ever been fired from a job in my life, and with NYC rent and bills to pay it’s actually quite terrifying. However, I know it’s going to be okay.
Sometimes you just need to trust the universe. I have been questioning my faith in it lately, which has resulted in deep rooted depression and anxiety that has spilled over into all aspects of my life in the last few months, with the slightest hitch in any plan sending me into a state of hysteria. In a way, I feel like this was the universe taking care of me - providing me with options while I get back on my feet.
This can only lead me to bigger and better things, in environments where I will actually be happy.
So the first thing Andrés and I did when he walked through the door was crack open a beer and propose a toast to the universe, for I’ve never felt so cozy in her arms.
Day 157: Uplift.
When I’m counting up my demons.
Saw there was one for every day.
With the good ones on my shoulder,
I drove the other ones away.
If you ever feel neglected,
If you think all is lost,
I’ll be counting up my demons, Hoping everything’s not lost.
- Chris Martin