Sometimes I find myself staring at an empty box forever. I feel the need to write something, and maybe I have a dozen different things I want to write about, but somehow it just won’t come and flow.
So I write about that very fact that I can’t seem to write. (And that got me three sentences.)
It’s almost midnight and I’m wide awake.. I’m trying to think back to how my day has been — and it has been long and productive. Another visit to the doctor this morning, and I got probed and poked in all sorts of ways, and after all was said and done I was told I was good to go. (They were measuring something but I suppose my actual attending physician will be the one to tell me what it was that they saw.) I was at the NYU Langone Medical Center which was where I gave birth 10 years ago. I like that place — because it was full of happy memories about the biggest new beginning in my life — the birth of my dear boy.
I decided to walk back. I was thinking of my friend in our “other” building which was 10 blocks down 1st Avenue, and around 4 Avenues up. I wanted to walk because it was pleasantly cool, and I just wanted to get some air. So I walked. And I’m glad I did. It wasn’t that far, and I was on 42nd before I knew it. I called my friend but she wasn’t picking up. Still, I decided to take the bus down to the other building, tried her again, and realized she must really be out.
From there I walked to my building eventually, grabbed lunch and sat down to do a bit of work. Just a bit.
So much walking today — but it felt good. Walking makes me think in a linear fashion. I often get bombarded by ideas and thoughts from all directions when I sit down (like right now). When I walk, my mind seems to go in the same direction my feet are taking me — forward.
I know I should really be doing more of that… for health reasons more than anything else. Another thing to put down on my “Wish I could do more of that” list. (Reading, exploring NYC, trying out new places, taking more pictures, writing, etc.)
And I’m about to turn into a pumpkin now, so let me bid you all goodnight. It was a good day, all things considered. They could have poked and poked and found something that would have merited something other than a perfunctory “You’re good, Mrs. Gonzalez!”.. It could’ve been raining in which case I would have had to worry about getting back to my part of Midtown. It could’ve been worse — but I got an okay day. And that’s good enough for me, even if the posts won’t come. I did manage one.
Pinay New Yorker 