1 post tagged “city”
....and I'm getting a cold. There is this ratio, critical mass thing that happens the second I think "hmm..I've been pretty healthy lately..." and wham, the nasty, scraping tickle of a killer sore throat creeps in to erase any illusion I had of skipping merrily though early summer. The hot streets compounded with arctic offices take your body for spin and then you are horizontal, sipping tea and pumping Vitamin C intraveneously, and chanting "I will rest more, I will not multi task, I will eat green vegetables" when there's no way in hell any of that life altering stuff in gonna happen, not in the short term, no matter how many lame promises you make to yourself - because it's Pride baby, gotta look alive, gotta get out and about, gotta know everything that's happening and coordinate it with some people, and gotta keep in the groove. Can't sit back in observational mode, gotta immerse yourself with the throngs, gotta feel alive, gotta go gotta be now, gotta run, gotta call, gotta go. Gotta look the part, gotta be where something called action is, gotta look alive, gotta gotta
Someday I'll regret it, not taking full advantage of the ultra urban experience, when I am holed up in the proverbial cabin in the woods in the back of beyond, being the hermit I long to be. I'll be wishing I had the city at my feet, on my doorstep, instead of 6 hours drive away. I'll be kicking my butt for cocooning when I should have been out soaking up the Cultcha and the cutting edges ( ow, that hurt!) and the new great things, and the have-you-tried-this-great-place-to-eats that abound in our world. I'll be wishing I had planned my life around NOW's top picks, the Globe's rave reviews, and the must reads, instead of thinking for myself. But the clock is ticking , if we are really gonna blow this town in 12 months, we gotta get moving - cross the "best ofs and must haves" off the list as we do them, one step closer to the Great Escape.
Now that I'm officially laid off, it is somehow oddly liberating; what will I really do? What is it that I want to be, or could I be? Is opportunity knocking so loudly I can't hear it? Or am I paralyzed by being liberated so definitely - the door is wide open, and I am hovering on the porch, hoping like hell I can remember how to walk through.
