I wish someone could teach me how to grow old gracefully. Call it vanity, but I really struggle with it. But I'm doing my best to transcend it, to live in the moment. I have these moments of clarity sometimes and suddenly I'm at peace with myself and the inevitable passage of time. I remember years ago being on the 72nd Street crosstown bus. As it passes through Central Park, there is a moment where the trees part and you can see the skyline of the buildings bordering the Park on the south. It was always that moment that, as a young thing in New York, I always felt that clarity, that suspension of time. It was that moment that I forgot where I was going just long enough to appreciate where I actually was.
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| Central Park South Skyline at night |
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| Photo: Rosalie O'Connor |
It's these experiences that are teaching me just what "one-day-at-a-time" actually means. It means forget about the crows' feet. It means enjoy your little boy. It means make the most of the ride because before you know it, you've reached your destination.



What a great post. And how JEALOUS am I of your exciting summer job back in your old stomping grounds. What I'd do to sit in the wings of the Met and watch her dance. Wow. Just wow!
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