What a long time to be at one job. For me, at least. Historically speaking I often was juggling two gigs at any given time in my life, and I was averaging about one new job a year. The longest I had ever stayed with a company prior to this was at
How did I celebrate this glorious day? Why, I worked until 10:00 pm, of course.
You may think I'm crazy, but I got a lot of tasks done and felt like I was walking on air as I left the building. Oh, the relief!
Seattle Girl suggested to me a while ago that I try to walk home one day a week to clear my head, and I have found this advice to be stellar. Tonight I walked home, and felt the burdens of my work and personal concerns blow off layer by layer in the early winter wind. At one point I was strolling through the heart of the trendy meat-packing district, surrounded by expensive, beautifully tasteful thanksgiving and Christmas decorations, and I smelled the scent of a burning fireplace in the air. It felt so cozy, peaceful, and at home.
All kidding aside, this also then marks my five-year anniversary of having moved to New York. Living here is what I really celebrate, being able to actualize my dream. How many people get to say that at such a young age?
I suppose regardless of my personal benchmarks this is the time of year you are given an opportunity to stop and be thankful, to take stock. In that case, for these things I am grateful:
- Having a job that has allowed me to grow as a person and be able to afford life in NYC.
- My health. I ran a four-mile race this past Sunday and was able to manage a 10:45 minute mile. (Hey, that's fast for me, okay??)
- The presence of the friends in my life. People who care and support me when I ask. And who appreciate exactly how hard it is for me to do so.
- Beer. Wine. Liquor.
- My imac, which without I could not be blogging. Oh, and my ipod too. Love that damn apple inc.
- The color of my eyes. I get lots of compliments on them.
- My brains and my social abilities. The one-two punch that is the secret of my success.
- Learning to forgive, that holding a grudge hurts you more than anyone else.
-Not having a wooden leg. I think that would put a crimp in my sexual exploits. Not that I have much if any right now...
-Which leads me to being thankful for having such an active imagination and fantasy life.