Ok. So it’s not snowing anymore…but God it was cold when I got here! In a typical stubborn Aussie fashion I refuse to dress warmly. Not with such delinquency that would render me ill, but rather things like going without a coat because the less that adequate jacket I am wearing would look odd with anything over the top. Pain for fashion.
It has almost been here a week and jet lag and the cold have inhibited my exploring to the extent that I would have expected. So far I have only had a cheeky wander around Williamsburg, namely to find pizza, and caught the Subway (L Train) into Union Square. Around there I have found a Barnes and Noble where, check this shit out, you can just take a book from the shelf and read it. No one asks you to buy it. It’s like a library! Marvellous! And there are policemen in there. Odd.
Under the duress of a college friend here I also downloaded Tinder. Through which I have found at least 3 black guys to chat to. Yes. For all of the customers and people who don’t know me extremely well, I have a type. They all seem nice. Met one to play pool the other night. He was British though which admittedly didn’t thrill me. He was also shorter and leaner than he had lead me to believe- ah the perils of online dating. Don’t get me wrong, I by no means came here to date. I am not interested in a relationship at this juncture of my life unless something EARTH-SHATTERING crosses my path. Still, amusing to indulge. Another guy is an avid bodybuilder so we have interesting chats about training. Another invited me to his housewarming this Saturday night…not sure if I will attend. It’s round the corner…we shall see.
Jet lag has rendered me asleep until 3 or 4 each day and staying up too late. Beat it today though, was up at 5:45 this morning and into my local convenience store by 7:15 to chat to the guy that runs it, note to self, get his name, and sample the interesting characters passing through as I indulge in a chia pod for breakfast. Saw an ad for them on Aussie TV. Weird food. Like jelly, but coconut milk, with seeds in it. Allegedly has health benefits. Hmmm.
I have however arranged for a US phone number with AT&T. Yay. And I went on the hunt for a gym. Ha ha Crunch wanted $400 for 3 months…you kidding me? In Oz it’s that much for a year clown. So shall hunt around Manhattan today, also depends where I stay after I leave Brooklyn.
My room in Williamsburg is cute. By cute I mean fiendishly small and MUST be kept tidy at all times or everything important is lost to a sea of shoes, shirts and shit. I also have Netflix. Evil. How did the host know I had a penchant for free TV and would thus fall prey to watching episodes on end of The Tudors until all hours? How?! June is lovely though, funny elderly lady who has seen and done it all and now designs costumes for film and TV. Neighbourhood fixture I am told.
I managed to pick up some great books on Chakras and one by Gary Zukav called “The Seat of the Soul” which is a NY Times Best Seller and promoted by Oprah. Stay tuned for my enlightened review but ahead of then I suggest you all read it. So far I have read about the difference between external power and authentic power. How 5-sensory beings only perceive and are driven by external power and multi-sensory beings aim to achieve authentic power. If this intrigues you, read the book, seriously, so interesting.
For those of you who have questioned what I want to do in the US or what it is my goal/dream is and I gave you an answer: forget it. I have come to learn that through being asked this question I have felt a need to answer it. Usually with something impressive or ambitious. Don’t get me wrong, it is my dream to live with ambition and achieve a great level of success but in my heart of hearts I don’t know how this will happen. I have realised that in order to discover what you are truly meant to do or what truly will fulfil you, it helps to be in touch with yourself, really in touch with your soul. Through my research into spirituality, meditation and the soul I have realised that I have lived much of my life thus far, or at least the last 6 years, in my mind only. If we are all mind, body and spirit, then I have been living completely in my mind, at the expense of my body and spirit. When we are slave to thoughts and ego, it is usually to a greater detriment. Now that I know this, I follow the path of treating my body like a (yes, a cliche) temple, no alcohol, no unnatural sugar, finding a gym today to train every day, meditation daily and positive thoughts :) If I can implement this over the next year then my true goals and ambitions will come to light. Until then, it’s commitment, determination, focus and staying true to what is good for me.
Will check back in soon!