Dumbo, Brooklyn. September 2013

Dumbo, Brooklyn. September 2013


Dumbo, Brooklyn. September 2013

Dumbo, Brooklyn. September 2013


Gratitude

I used to think of daily gratitude exercises as a chore. Today, I want to turn over a new leaf.

Today marks the Spring Equinox. A time for rebirth or new beginnings. A time for growth and prosperity. I want this to be the best year yet, and I understand finally that prosperity and happiness cannot take place without sincere gratitude.

I’ve seen Instagram blogs about the 365 days of gratitude. That’s a challenging exercise to undertake. I will not promise to post gratitude photos for every single day of the year, however I recognize the importance of visual documentation of gratitude. So I will try to post lots of photos but they will not be every day. I’d rather feel inspired than make it into a responsibility.

For now, the journey will begin with a journal. I will get into the habit of expressing positive thoughts on a daily basis, then I will review my progress in 2015 to see what I have learned and track how much I’ve grown. I hope that in the very least I can influence my friends and followers to commit to a similar journey. If you don’t, I hope you will appreciate the documentation of mine.


At That Age

I’m at that age when
dating is cumbersome.
Jaded about telephone conversations,
weary of unexpected situations.
I’m at that age when
lyrics can mean everything,
and life adjusts to the meaning of
a mutually favored song.
I’m at that age when
patience is the biggest lesson I’ve learned.
Many things can be procrastinated,
even the adventure of a first kiss.
I’m at that age when
my expectations are high enough
to know what I want from a man
but low enough not to make demands.
I’m at that age when
emotions are not taken for granted.
A relationship is the sum of its parts.
Communication is the purest companionship.
I’m at that age when
compromise is a beautiful word,
but challenge is a blessing in disguise.
I’m at that age when
I’m too young to give up on love,
but too old to believe it saves our souls.


I’m thankful for city parks, little slices of nature in our concrete jungle! Fort Greene Park #GratitudeProject

I’m thankful for city parks, little slices of nature in our concrete jungle! Fort Greene Park #GratitudeProject



Williamsburg, Brooklyn

Williamsburg, Brooklyn


Central Park

Central Park


Central Park

Central Park


Central Park

Central Park


Flatiron

Flatiron


Central Park at Dusk

Central Park at Dusk


For the ones that got away…

Calm men keep me grounded. When my head is away in the clouds, they keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. They remind me of my strength. They help me relax. They fill me with purpose. They are the illusion of stability. I miss calm men, or maybe just that feeling of being grounded, but I am always terrified by the feelings of longing. I don’t want to need, I’d rather feel needed.

Perhaps that’s why I always seem to run towards the sensitive man. The emotional man. He’s trapped inside his own heart. He buries himself in art, music or philosophy. There’s a fire storm underneath the surface that only the privileged and deeply trusted get to encounter. His own private world of limitless passion and vulnerability. I fight to earn that trust. It feels like trying to climb on top of a cloud. He’s too afraid to be loved, running away from intimacy, but I fear he feels the pain of longing even deeper than I do.

So I will say this to all of the deeply sensitive men I have been with or fell secretly in love with: I saw who you were trying to hide, I felt what you were trying to deny, and I still wanted to be close to you. I wanted to share all of your joy and pain. I wanted to comfort you and uplift you. I wanted to get inside you. The ones who got away were the ones who where too afraid to open up to me. The sensitive man who learns to escape the fear of opening up, and inspires me to open up as well, will be the only man I’ll ever need in my life. The one who needs me more.


Haiku

I will wish you well
if you keep me in your heart,
underneath the storm.


500th Instagram Photo: Spring in Central Park 😃📷

500th Instagram Photo: Spring in Central Park 😃📷