I’m sitting inside the New York City Public Library and I’m in love. Besides it being the sanctuary I needed from the outside chaos brought by St. Patrick’s Day, it is the space I also desired in order to write today. I’ve not done much writing in awhile, but today I’ve been truly inspired.
I’m traveling in NYC alone and had a free day before I attend a convening tomorrow. I’ve not spent this much time alone with myself, in unfamiliar places, in a really long time. Getting lost in the city has been the greatest thing for me so far. Writing in my journal, I note,
“I’ve just experienced an overwhelmingly emotional and reflective moment, sitting inside with others around me, as they too, write and imagine.”
I was really worried about traveling to New York this week. Trips like this have never been scary to me or have never created such anxiety. In fact, I used to look forward to these getaways, hitting the pavement of concrete jungles, waking hours upon hours, exploring and searching for new adventures and experiences.
But prior to my arrival, I was beginning to worry that I’d begun to lose my sense of adventure and spontaneity.
My biggest fear in life is to inherit my mothers depressions and anxiety and have them suppress my passions for life. It’s something I think about daily and quite frankly, it scares me. Today, I realize that my inner self is much more powerful than that.
After being in NYC, just under 12 hours, I realize that I haven’t lost that girl. The spirit inside me that has always gravitated to adventure, exciting opportunities and taking risks, still resides in me. I just needed to bring her out for a little spin.