My empty Diet Coke bottle sits in front of me. The oldest cafe in Greenwich village served me Diet Coke in the glass bottle-I asked for extra ice on the side. I always need extra ice. My body is hot-and my limbs feel dirty from laying in the Washington Square Park grass. As I tanned onto my overalls I watched a group of Irish girls smoke cigarettes and share bagels in the shade. A girl came up to them and asked for hand sanitizer then proceeded to share how she’s been collecting dirty can lids. I discovered through eavesdropping that most of the Irish girls really like their job. One of them did not. I sure hope she finds a job she likes.
I don’t mind laying most of my body on dirt and grass. Germs have never really bugged me, I guess you can say I enjoy building my immune system. What I do mind is the audacity of men.
I like Washington Square Park until the men come up and start asking questions. I like to give them a dirty look and watch them walk away in shame.
I have discovered that many New York men like to stare at women. It gives me an uncomfortable feeling I dislike.
I miss home.
I waited for the sun to turn my skin a darker tone then walked my way over to a cafe. On the way over I saw a woman and man talking, the girl giggled and the man stared deeply into her eyes with a smile on his face. Hooked. I think it’s interesting how you can kind of tell when two individuals are on a first date, you see the invisible wall that guards them from fully letting loose, that makes them nervous to tear down and explore. Sometimes that wall becomes too thick and tall for two people who meet, and for others-it can be destroyed in a day. ROME WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY BUT RELATIONSHIPS CAN BE!!!
I have sat myself in a cafe. What a nice cafe! It is small-I barely had any space to pee in the restroom. The lighting is dark-there are cakes and pastries displayed through glass. People have ordered coffee, fries, and root beer floats. The waitress wears green and I thought she was a customer when I walked in because she was sitting down. My body cools. I feel inspired here.
I feel inspired at most cafes though. I think this is the cafe effect.
My chair is wobbly-this seems to be my only complaint-it’s not a very comfy chair either. Hm. As I look back at my experience in cafes it seems many do not have very comfy chairs. What is up with this? In LA there is a general lack of seating in all cafes, and in New York the chairs all kinda suck. You know what cafe has great seating? MOM’s in the middle of UCSD. I miss those comfy chairs and that soft low couch.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my career and what I want to do. I have ideas that circulate me. To be very honest-my main goal is to make lots of money with a career that I absolutely love and that fuels my passions. I realize that this is probably the goal for all of us. Easier said than done. But I’ll accomplish it (I have to speak in I will/ I am terms for manifestation purposes). I have the vision boards!
I’ve made a promise to myself that I won’t become a teacher. Sorry Bilandzijas, I think the tradition has to stop somewhere.
Maybe it will have something to do with fitness, food and entrepreneurship. Combining dance, health, and community into a platform of my own.
Maybe it’s going down the podcast route.
I have goals to write a book in my life too.
Maybe I’m a corporate girl working in the business land. Personal assistant, editors room, managing some type of large company.
If the opportunity presents itself-I’ve made myself a vow that I will become an artist’s back up dancer on tour.
I’m keeping Kara Mack in my life for connections, laughter, and spirit. (Maybe I’ll get to be Margot Robbie's movement coach).
Most of all-
I want to be a mom.
That is a must when it’s the correct time.
Many of options! Many of desires!
A path untouched, perhaps predestined by fate, or something I carve with my own free will.
I see the stories of many, yet it’s only mine that I really know.
The ice has melted, I think it’s time for me to go.
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