Sunny days in Bryant Park with no plans except to enjoy flowers...and people watching and kites...and making goofy faces (lots of them) with friends!Attempts at starting a flash mob in Grand Central Station. Except, I learned that you're not supposed to scream, "Hey folks, this is a flash mob!" (which I may/may not have done...)Isn't Grand Central so pretty?Riding the subway with your best friends to find the "secret subway station" (on the 6 train after the Brooklyn Bridge stop)...Impromptu dinner parties and grocery shopping with six people. (I was distracted by this very iridescent purple potato!)Watching friends guess silly drawings...Making breakfast dinner at midnight...This bunny bread makes me think of my new favorite book, Watership Down.Charades!Yay!

I am me.In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me. Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone choose.I own everything about me -- my body, including everything it does; my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my eyes, including the images of all they behold; my feelings, whatever they may be -- anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that come out of it, polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect; my voice, loud or soft; and all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts. I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests.I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know. But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me.However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is me. This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time.When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting. I can discard that which is unfitting and keep that which proved fitting, and invent something new for that which I have discarded.I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.I am me and I am okay.~ Virginia Satir, A Declaration of Self-Esteemphotos: pretty window display near union square taken with instagram

Hello there, April!Another year passes, marking my age and bringing lots of lovely birthday greetings (thank you, dear friends).We made new lunch friends and walked the (very) busy streets of Time Square to try Australian pies with cute and delicious faces!We tried to solve puzzles while drinking ciders and fun was had at Coney Island. The kitties snuggled and there were moments of feeling beautiful.The month will bring more adventure, including Tribeca and a film that will move people to believe in anything and everything. It sure has made me proud.So here's to you April 2012. So far, so good.*direct link*

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. - Neil Gaiman

**Just a little reminder for 28...along with finishing some of the things off of the list from 27.

The final chapters of a book are always ...(not sure what the word is)...but something. I reach a certain point where I realize I'm nearing the end and I try to read slower, but barely do because I'm so excited and read every chance I can - the train, the short walk from the elevator to my office, the crowded Pax in Times Square on a lunch break (it was there that I nearly jumped out of my chair wanting to tell everyone about what the rabbits endured - it was that good).But there's nothing better than finishing a good book. You turn the last page and you breathe in the last bits of the characters and their surroundings. You might even feel a bit sad or lonely because in a way, you're losing these characters. I was in a pizza place on Graham ave when this happened. Afterwards, I decided that the only thing to do was to paint. I think the spirit of the book really came through in the piece.p.s. Thanks Chris for taking my lovely photos!

 

Hello March,I noticed the crocuses starting to come up. Little yellow buds perking their little heads up out of a planter.I heard that it's going to be nearly 68 tomorrow! Snow on Halloween, summer weather in March - no biggie. riiiight.Wednesday nights have been spent singing Brahms in prepration for the concert.We'll visit with a college roommate who once covered the entire apartment in yarn, making it a maze to walk through as she sat contently reading a magazine.The annual Oklahoma trip will be postponed, due to many weddings this summer. (yeah love!)We'll spring forward. The longer days are coming.The kitty is still cute and we love music.

Hello friends!

What do you think of my new specs?

yes/no?

I got them at warby parker. The best place for glasses, cuz even if these don't work out, I can exchange them! So you can be totally honest...

So... once again..

yes/no?

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p.s. a new playlist is on its way!

trees with personality..pretty wallpapercute pups...reminders to do laundryreminders of love...

i am my own lifelinedarkness finds it's way into my heart. into my mind. into my words.i say things without thinking.i think things without doing."what's the point?" that harsh voice asks."it's all already been done. you're not good enough anyway." it teases."...but you love it and it makes you happy..." a tiny voice struggles to speaki am my own problem, but i am my own lifeline.maybe this realization is part of "the point."the "action step" for my list-loving mind is self-love. 

NY bodegas (corner stores) are always full of flowers which is why it shocked me to see all of the flowers gone......but I was a lucky gal to receive my own bundle which are now prettifying my desk.thank you. ♥

Every day should be celebrated with love. That said, hope you all have a lovely Valentine's Day!xo!