01 Jul Blocked
“Have you been writing?”
“I know you have pictures and you always have a story… so, what’s the problem?” Allan, not allowing me to make excuses about writer’s block.
“I know, honey, but you have to write through it. You’ll feel so much better.” Yasmein pushed in her soothing voice.
Truthfully, I’m nervous to write. I realize that it’s like a muscle and I think mine is getting weak. I’m not really writing that much at work. I mean I am. But not creatively. And the style of writing is… different.
I’m just scared this is going to rub off on me.
Instead of actively writing to fight that, I’ve done nothing.
Which is hard to do in New York—especially with all the cool goings-on taking place all over the city (so much inspiration!).
The amazing, constantly inducing FOMO thing about New York is that at any given moment, there is something cool and exciting going on.
I keep a folder in my email, where I put notes, email myself events and activities. That in itself can be overwhelming. Finding the time to explore New York properly instead of running from place to place.
This city’s charm for me, lies in the hidden gems sprinkled throughout the city. This community garden on Dean Street in Brooklyn is one of them. Allan and I were on our way somewhere else when we spotted it. “I feel like you should do pictures here,” he supportively said. “Florals in the garden??”
I’m wearing my floral print in a way that I never thought I would. As a cropped top, that’s proving to be very versatile (RIP Piperlime) and with pannnnnntss.
The girl who once cried ‘pannnnnnnnts, I don’t own any pants!’ is wearing them and can’t get enough of this particular pair.
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If you’ve seen me IRL within the last month or two, chances are, I was wearing these pants. My mom got them for me from J.Crew Factory the last time I was home in May, and magically, they work for everything: 6AM flights to Dallas, 1:00AM car rides back from the airport, casual Fridays, weekday work wear, you name it, I’ve done it.
I also did Dallas.
And my blog was hacked.
I’ve been around. Just quietly, like a creep. Answering comments. Creating the graphics in the sidebar, footer and new previous/newer posts buttons. Oh! I finally updated my about me page, too.
It feels good to be updating the actual blog again.
But mostly, it feels good to be writing.