Some days, I rush around the city between appointments.
Monday was one of those days.
I realized that I don’t often value my time as much as I do of others; for example, if I have an appointment I do my best to get there early, or at least on time. But when I’m looking forward to the gym and something comes up, well no gym time for me. When did we stop valuing our own time?
So while I was running from appointment back to the office, I stopped. I sat on a park bench and I ate my lunch. I didn’t look at my phone, I didn’t read a magazine. I just ate. It was about 15 minutes of pure relaxation.
Not every day is meant to be a great one, but without the bad days, the good once wouldn’t be as memorable.
This morning I left the house at the usual 5:20 am to make it to the gym close to my office. Upon arrival, I realized I didn’t have my phone. Of course my brain decided to then remind me I had tossed my phone on top of a pile of recycling, which I had then dumped in the recycling bin at the curb before getting in my car this morning.
So I drove back to the house, changed into my work clothes, rescued my phone and drove back to work in time to find a decent parking spot and be sitting at my desk at 6:50 am. Yup, only slightly frustrated before heading out on my appointments for the day.
My first appointment was in the Financial District, followed by a few more. After heading on the train back up to the Bronx, I get an email that I need to revisit one of the sites in the Financial District. Hey, at least the weather is nice!
I even managed to treat myself to an everything bagel with scallion cream cheese.
Decided that I was in control of my day, I would enjoy my book and a quick lunch break. Then the trains were delayed, a ginger kombucha spilled in my bag, and the 4 trained turned from local to express without warning. Shit happens, and sometimes I think its just karma’s way of reminding you that you can’t control everything. But that’s okay.