One of my favorite songs…Elton or Indigo both sing it equally fine. I can’t help but smile to this part of the song…now that I am here – in the streets where rose trees never grow.
Listen: Mone Lisa and Mad Hatters
“Subway’s no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found…”
PS, if you are at the Sheraton on floor 11, sorry for this song on repeat and me singing louder than social rules permit.
As I so eloquently stated on Facebook earlier – the minute I stepped foot off the plane and threw myself to the wolves of the city, the conference and my own anxieties – I felt like I may vomit on my own freshly pedicured toes. Really, never really felt that before (other than while growing 3 humans at one time.) I noticed women dancing around the airport – some in skinny jeans, others in skirts with Born sandals and some in Bohemian scarves and dangling earrings. They all seemed to know where they were going – in the airport, in the streets of Manhattan and in life, in general. I knew they must be here for the conference and suddenly I felt like the new girl that transferred to public school from years of home school. The girl in me wanted to cry and hide behind my mom. The seasoned mother of 3 wanted to scream “Are you BLOGGERS?!!! WANT TO BE MY FRIEND???!!!”
I did neither.
So, I got to my room, put on red lipstick, my new REALLY good bra and some hoop earrings and took Scott’s advice: “walk out there with a purpose.” Good advice for my girls, later in life. Good lipstick and walking with purpose = ain’t nothing gonna hold you down, oh no.
Let me tell you, NYC doesn’t leave much room for feeling sheepish. A few minutes into my solo walk towards Times Square – I couldn’t help but feel alive. I was solo, you know, so I found this great cafe with open air windows, plopped my tired bones down and opened up my i-pad and did what any girl from the Midwest would do while in the big city. Order a big ol’ glass of wine. And then order a $25 Salmon club sandwich. Makes sense, right? (Rookie mistake – the closer you are to the lights – the “brighter” the bill. Totally worth it to people watch the hot dog cart and cross walk right outside of my window.)
I am ready to call it a night – off for some beauty sleep for the rest of the weekend. If you are at Blogher’12 this weekend (or if you are at home) — let me leave you with this (from a card my dear friend Laura once got me soon after the triplets were born. I think it is very fitting for this weekend of masterminds coming together):
If you’re lucky enough to have something that makes you different from everybody else…don’t ever change. – Taylor Swift
If you are at Blogher’12 – I am going to Pathfinder Day today??!!! Are you?? Let’s say hi?
PS: Below is my photo dump of my precious time with the babies (one on one dates!) before I left, packing, preparing and the 1st day in NYC!