Tonight as I headed to a show by a singer/songwriter I like, I found myself on an express train halfway to Coney Island. Now, I adore the kitsch and carnie charm of Coney Island. The Cyclone is hands-down the scariest and best roller coaster I’ve ever ridden, and I’ve never met a corndog I could refuse. Unfortunately, the show was on the Lower East Side, and crossing the Manhattan Bridge wasn’t part of the game plan. My head (heart) was somewhere else entirely.
Some months seem to pass by without much excitement and before I know it I’m sending in my rent check again. June was not one of those months.
In the past 30 days I: started a new job, took the LSATs, made/reconstructed some friendships, lost a pivotal game of Connect Four, competed in my first biathlon, told a few lies and took a few risks. Little by little I’m accepting the fact that Change can be a good thing.
So what better time than now for a little personal renaissance? I’ve got goals, baby. Ride a century, put a few more biathlons under my belt, clear out my junk, enjoy New York as long as I live here, eat healthier, work on my golf swing, save a little money, get into Law School. Easy as pie.
Well, you can’t blame a girl for shooting for the moon. What’s that cheesy quote? If I fall short, I’ll still be amongst the stars, right? Right.
Glad we got this little chat out of the way. Goodnight, lovers.
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YAAAAY!!!! I'm so excited for some hot blogging action. btw-in in nyc for the summer. If we don't hang out, I think i'm literally going to die of pain and loneliness.
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