Holiday Weekend

I’ve talked about this daily journal I keep, it’s not writing it’s a couple of lists.  I note three accomplishments each day and three things that made me happy.  I was trying to describe one of the happy things yesterday and I settled on:  feeling unrushed, like summer vacation.

First, it’s amazing how rare this feeling is for me, but I got down on the floor with one of the cats to pet him and I was just laying down, petting the cat, and I felt transported for a few seconds to summer afternoons, laying on the grass, when I had no place to go, nothing to do, a life before appointments and work and guilt about things I should be doing.  It was a wonderful feeling.  So relaxed and contented, even though it only lasted a few seconds.

I took this shot of the Jefferson Market, heading uptown.  I believe I was standing on the corner where 8th Street, Greenwich and 6th converge.  It looks a little Disneyland-ish, doesn’t it?

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “Holiday Weekend

  1. It’s such a rare thing as an adult isn’t it? Just to be content with a simple uncluttered moment. My brain usually interprets that simplicity as boredom and starts to plan, make lists, feel guilty about what I’m not getting off my to-do list.
    I’m glad you noticed the moment when it happened 🙂

  2. Yeah, it really is rare. I wonder if as you get older you revert back to that feeling and once again relax and stare at the clouds and stars?

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