Brooklyn in 30 Minutes

Here it is!  I promised it yesterday, and I know you've been waiting on the edge of your seat since then.  I mean, look at you, almost falling off your seat.  You're so awesome.  But, snarkiness aside, I'm seriously excited about this one.  Even if you aren't, I hope that after seeing this, maybe you'll be excited!  Because, these are some nifty pics right here!  At least, I think they're nifty.  Then again, I took them.  I'm biased.  If I didn't think they were nifty, I wouldn't have put them here.  I would have looked, said something along the lines of "Oh sweet zombie Jesus!" deleted these sorry excuses for bad artistic something-or-other, cringed, cried, snuggled with a teddy bear for a few hours in a desperate attempt to regain clarity, and gone on with my day.  It would have been fine.  However, I didn't, so I think that it's safe to assume that something went right here.  Maybe not all of the things; but, something.

These photographs were taken during a 30 minute walk from Carroll Gardens down to South Slope.  I don't remember exactly what blocks I walked.  It was October.  My memory is good, but not quite that amazing.  I wish that it was.  I'd be some sort of wicked supercriminal by down, drowning in my own dollars, donating most of these dollars to the poor, and using the rest to travel the world.  When I used wicked, I meant it like "cool" rather than "nefarious," which should give you a good indication of what I'm posting about tomorrow... (hint: Boston.  I'm posting about Boston.)

Like with yesterday's post (photo essay?) I'm always impressed with how many different sights I can see in half an hour in this city.  It's incredible.  This place rocks.  BK For LYFE...

I didn't pull that off.  Hey, I tried.  Swag points for me?

Here are some photos. Yay.

Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA

PS.  As this posts, I'll be going through security to get on a plane, to go to Texas for Christmas!  I'll probably be getting frisked.  Just imagine, as you read this, an uncomfortable security agent with a straight face might be touching me inappropriately to search me for explosives, drugs, and/ or exotic animals.  

Happy Thursday!

The Marvelous Monday Pact

Happy Monday!!

I've never been one of those people who are terrified of Mondays.  I don't hate Mondays, and I don't dread their arrival.  I've never minded them, as a matter of fact.  In high school, I was usually fine with going into school on Monday morning, because it was one of the only days of the week I didn't have to be there early for a club meeting.  (When I was in high school I was in far too many clubs because I wanted to be accepted to college... I was ridiculous.)  In college, I had classwork to do every day, so Mondays never felt particularly different.  While I worked summer stock... Monday was my day off.  It was my weekend.  So, it was my favourite day of the week!  Now, I love my job, so come Monday, I'm always excited and enthusiastic.  Waking up may not be the best moment of the day, but once I'm out of bed, have kissed my man goodbye, and am out the door, I'm a happy lady.

When I do have those mornings in which my pillow is beckoning to me, despite my lack of time, I try to think of this quote:

"Be miserable, or motivate yourself.  Whatever has to be done, it is always your choice"- Wayne Dyer

It helps me fend of the temptation of the warm covers and pleasant dreams by reminding me that no, snooze buttons do not make you late.  You make you late by not taking the time to double check the alarm, or make sure that you have gotten out of bed.  And this realization makes me happy, because it reminds me that I have free will.  I'm not a servant to fate.  My morning is good if I decide that it is good, and bad if I decide that it is bad.  If I choose to hate Mondays, I will hate Mondays.  If I start my week off with optimism and a smile, I am more likely to notice, and thus focus upon, the parts of my life that are going well, rather than poorly.  

Think about the ramifications of this... if we all just decided that we were going to start our Mondays with a smile, a happy thought, an omelette and a cup of steaming coffee instead of a frown, a scowl, and seventy-five smashes of the snooze button... WE MIGHT ALL HAVE AWESOME MONDAYS.  Isn't that great?  I think that's great.  I mean, I do prefer to have good days.  Bad days are to be avoided, in my opinion, so why on earth would I ever doom myself to one with  a bad attitude, or general negativity?  That goes against every logic I can possibly think of.

So, I propose this...
THE MARVELOUS MONDAY PACT.
*Cue trumpet fanfare*
I dare you to join me.  When you wake up on Monday, play some fun music, eat some nice food, go for a walk, call a good friend, watch an entertaining TV show, play a nifty video game, read an enchanting book, or do whatever the hell you need to do to make yourself postive.  Run.  Do yoga.  I don't care.  Read Travel and Toile....  Pick something.  You know what makes you happy better than anyone else does.  But give yourself a good day.  Why not?  Bad days aren't fun, are they?

As a motivation, please enjoy these photographs of coffee, breakfast items, and baked goods perfect for getting a smile on your face, and that dud of a Monday rolling!

       

         

Manhattan and Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA