So today I woke up from a dream that involved Matthew McConaughey hugging me while I was driving the two of us on a motorcycle. Needless to say, I was pretty happy this morning. And so a totally unrelated thought popped into my head. Sometimes we wait for the big things–trips abroad, vacations, moving to a new place–to bring the best memories. Like since we are traveling so far, or have waited so long, that we will be rewarded with the most fun, the most exciting, the most memorable occurrences. Most of the time, it is true. But what about all the ordinary, in-between days? Can’t we make those extraordinary, too?
Tomorrow is my one-month anniversary of being a New Yorker (take two). Except it doesn’t even feel like the same place that I lived the last time around. I keep trying to wrap my head around why it is so different. This morning, I finally realized what it is. I am open. It’s as simple as that. When I first arrived in San Francisco after New York, I was so surprised by the Stranger Talks there and how fluid and constant they were. I never realized that they are also here in New York, if only you are open to them–those spontaneous, serendipitous moments that make you excited to wake up the next day and do it all again. Somewhere along the line, I found myself saying yes to things instead of closing myself off. In just one month, June brought me so many exhilarating experiences that I want to remember forever–staying out until 5AM and working the next day, seeing one of my favorite bands live by myself, having an enjoyable conversation with a stranger on the subway, seeing a quasi-celebrity at a comedy show, catching up with one of my best friends and realizing how true friendship never fades, kissing a stranger . . .
No matter where you are, I believe that magic will find you if you are open to the idea of it. But the most important thing of all is to never take it too seriously. Because if you have yourself, good company, laughter, and a margarita or two, you have all you need. Have some fun this week. ♥