If I had a penny for every time someone told me how amazing my life is or how lucky I was.. well, I could buy another plane ticket.
NYC for the last 5 days. Traversing and reliving memories. Creating new ones. As always. Seeing my people here, cramming it all in. I’m always feeling guilty that I don’t have enough time for everyone. Planning leaves little room for spontaneity… and I do love my freedom.
Amazing thing was – I arrived and slipped in as if I had been here a million times. Familiar. Easy. Not overwhelming anymore. This is what gypsy life looks like.
When I’m here I always feel free, like everything is possible. I can become what I desire. Anything goes.
Family session in Central Park. Engagement session in Brooklyn. The jitney to the hamptons and persecco and terriyaki burgers with serene views and bamboo lined property. This crazy life that people live. Ways of life for different people. Their little (or big) worlds that are so different from each other. We have all chosen our paths. Most don’t realize that they do.
Where does mine take me? Where do I want it to take me? Time to upgrade to the next level. But I’m missing a few links to make it possible. Time to dig in and figure things out. I need to sit still, lock myself in and focus.
Montauk to cross another of the list. Horoscopes on the train home. Gin and tonics and Milk bar with dear frenchies and sleeping in this morning.
31 this week. 30 was amazing. 30 was.. 9 countries visited. More love experienced. Healing and letting go of things that aren’t mine anymore. I feel confident in my skin. I love my life.
