(im)perfection
The Big Boss took today off, and everyone else skipped out early, but I wanted to get paid till 4:30, so I hung around reading backissues and then I took a walk. I ended up in Madison Square Park, stretched out on a park bench, listening to '70s Motown and staring at the skyline. It's a beautiful place to look up.
At a certain point, I found myself thinking: This is my life. It wasn't a particularly emotional thing, just a reflection. Because, first of all, this has always been my life, with the subways and the pretty windows. I just wasn't living it yet. And because, second of all, I very rarely just live my life. I live a lot of daydreams. As a kid, I was so obsessed with books that I became different characters and narrated my life in my head, and now it's just second nature--the narration is gone, but I'm still usually somewhere or someone else in my mind, thinking about this character and this place and this story alongside my actual life. But today, lying on a park bench, it was just my life. And it was just, like...calm. And right. I have a life.
And now, a minor crisis: My hairstylist is retiring. She's getting married in July and she wants to have a baby right away. (Minus ten cool points.) Congratulations to her, but what of my hair???
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