Brooklyn and back (TWICE!)

I haven't been very good at this lately...and I think that is actually a good thing.

I am not divinely inspired, but I want to take stock of my weekend.

I like to have my "me time." No one likes it more than I do. I seldom spend more than one night out in a row, and if I have to work an eight hour shift you are hard pressed to get me to go anywhere other than my bed.

I also tried to have this conversation with my family over Christmas and they just didn't get it. I am constantly anxious about lack of downtime. If I close at work we are allegedly supposed to get out at 10:15, but in the past with crappy managers we would sometimes get out of there after 11. At the Public shows are flexible sometimes and shit happens so the schedule says one thing, but that doesn't mean I am getting out at 10 o'clock. And that stresses me out. I want to clock out, run to the train, so that I can get home and lay in bed and watch tv for the maximum amount of time before going to sleep. So I miss opportunities to stand at the bar and talk to friends or go to Taco Bell or that nugget place everyone talks about...

Friday night I went to a friend's cabaret show and loved being able to be there and to be with other friends I don't see as often as I would like. Then after that I went for drinks (as opposed to going home, my inclination), then after that even I went to a friend's apartment in Washington Heights, because he needed a friend.

Also, this weekend I went to Brooklyn...TWICE. It's a good thing I got my passport renewed.

Saturday night one of my nearest and dearest was painting in an artist's salon in Brooklyn (where else?) and out of that I got to spend two amazing hours on the subway (one hour there, one hour back) with a new friend having great conversation and I can't put a price on that one.

And Sunday I worked an eight hour shift...which sucked. And many times throughout the day I contemplated just going home after work even though friends were hanging out in Crown Heights. But... I did it. I WENT. And had the grandest of times! And didn't get home til 2:30! ON A SCHOOL NIGHT GUYS!

I am going to be egotistical for a moment. (Truthfully this blog is all about me finding happiness so it is probably all VERY egotistical.) A few weeks ago I thought some friends from work and I should spend time together outside of work. So I reached out...and we have not only done it once, but TWICE. And I did that! I am responsible for the hours of fun that have been had!

Now this sounds like a lame post...and it kinda is.

But reading The Happiness Project has been so inspiring to me. And I am only halfway through! But I see this woman engage her life in a new and takes baby steps and it makes it all feel so manageable. And to see her results. And I forget how vital community is. And even though I had to wait thirty minutes for the N at Herald Square last night I truly didn't care. Which is a BIG thing for me. My general nature of anxiety was just kind of absent in a way.

And also, a weekend spent supporting friends in various ways makes a person so much happier.