You Can Take the Girl Out of the City, But You Can’t Take the City Out of the Girl

Winter 2016 on the Upper West Side

When I came back to Michigan, there were many things I wasn’t prepared for.

Winter in November was one of them.

Although I spent the past five years on the East Coast, Northern Michigan is a whole new ballgame.  Despite living in town, the heavy snow and the ice makes is nearly impossible to even walk down the street- this morning, I fell twice in my own neighborhood.

Ouch.

As I waited for the bus to get to work, a man called out to me, “you know, the bus isn’t coming up the hill today!”  I looked over at him, as snow fell off the fur on the hood of my new Michael Kors coat and into my eyes.  “Oh?” I replied, “Where does it pick up?”

“At the bottom of the hill!”

I stared at him as I wiped the snow from my face.  Well, I suppose I can make it to the bottom of the hill.

Begrudgingly, I turned around and started walking.  My clothes were already getting wet from the heavy snow, but that didn’t stop me.  I’d walk all the way to work if I had to!  A mile and a half is nothing when you’re used to walking over 10 miles each day in the city.

As I continued to walk, my feet slipped on the snow-packed pavement.  Catching my fall, my leg started to cramp.  I kept going.  Then, as I hit another icy patch, my coffee mug flew out of my hand, my phone detached from my headphones, and I fell flat on my back.  I paused for a moment.

I can’t do this shit.

All sorts of things began running through my mind at this moment.  Should I keep going?  Should I dry my phone off and see if there is an Uber nearby?  Or do I just go home, call my boss, and tell her what happened?

I decided to go with option #3.

I may be a winter baby who loves bundling up, wearing cute boots, gloves, and hats, but when my nearly 35-year-old body is in pain, the best option is to stay inside.

Maybe I should mention that I haven’t driven a car in almost six years- and I am not about to start now.  Can you even imagine the damage I could do to myself or others if I were to drive on this ice?  It wouldn’t be pretty- not to mention bad for my anxiety.

You can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl- even if it means she’ll attempt to walk a mile and a half in the snow and risk falling on her butt.

First Snow

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

Although the temperatures have dropped, winter is my favorite season.  There’s something magical about the first snowfall, cozy nights by the fireplace, and enjoying a cup of hot cocoa.  

Things slow down during the wintertime, and maybe that’s why I like it so much.  It’s a time of reflection and hope for the new year. 

2017 has been a year of a lot of changes, growth, and newfound optimism.  Although it hasn’t always been a walk in the park, each and every lesson has brought me closer to the person I want to be in 2018.  

I hope you are enjoying the season as much as I am!  What are your favorite things about winter?

Save Your Energy

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It’s a snowy Saturday here in Boston! Although it’s been bitter cold for a couple of weeks, yesterday was the first real “snow day,” and I had the unreliable MBTA system to prove it.

After waiting for the 77 Harvard bus for 45 minutes yesterday morning, my toes felt like they were going to fall off and my nose was frozen. Shivering on Massachusetts Avenue, I empathetically looked around at all of the other commuters. “This sucks terribly, but we’re all in the same boat,” I thought.

In the past I may have wasted my energy on getting upset, anxious or even snapping at the bus driver when they finally arrived- but I didn’t. I was bundled, had my music, and emailed my boss to let him know I was running behind.

Yes, it was that easy.

It’s natural to default to that irritated, selfish state when things aren’t going your way- we all do it. Over the past few months I’ve been conscious of honing my energy on what matters; my work, being mindful of my current activity, listening more when having a conversation, and taking in each moment to pay attention to what is happening around me.

I started to do everything one step at a time. One minute, one hour, one day.

Even if you’re terribly late, standing in the freezing cold or your path seems to have gone off course, just remember to take in the moment and enjoy it- for you won’t get that moment back.

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Making the most of this New England winter, one bundled day at a time.