ON LETTING GO AND LIVING
photographs by Daniel Gabrielson
“Once she stopped rushing through life, she was amazed how much more life she had time for.”
This morning, for the first time in three weeks, I woke up in New York City. For the first time in a long time, it felt great. These past few weeks in Florida have been a lot of me trying to figure things out. Big things, small things, irrelevant things--but things, none the less.
I bring you this post early afternoon from my little haven on the Upper East Side. My cat, Winston, who you may have seen time and time again on Instagram, is watching rain fall from the window. The apartment is dark, but it's just the way I like it. It's serene, the perfect way to jump back into the lifestyle I've fostered for my years in New York: fast, busy, and at times overwhelming. Could I have let the prospect of rushing from one place to the next take the place of actually living?
When I finally decided to roll out of bed this morning, I decided to forget the routines I had prior to my three week vacation. Instead of playing by the schedule of my life, I decided to take the time to switch things up--to actually live.
I threw on my trusty hat--because let's be honest, unlike the old routines the hat is here to stay--and took an unusual route. I turned left instead of right, walked slow instead of my usual run, and took the time to chat with baristas rather than run out the door. It was refreshing, to say the least.
Routines are great--they're what keep me on track and productive. But sometimes, It's fun to see what happens when you stop rushing and start living.