Since the big move, I’ve found myself becoming completely overwhelmed with the daily grind that city life entails. I’ve found myself increasingly frustrated with the new culture and lifestyle I’ve been forced to quickly adapt to. To say that I’ve felt like the naive, country girl who has come up to the fast-paced, big city is an understatement.
- People will honk their horn at you for the smallest infractions….if the light turns green, hesitating for a mere second will get you honked at. Driving slow gets you honked at. Failing to drive around a vehicle attempting to make a left-hand turn gets you honked at. Walking across the street looking good will get you honked at 😉
- Right outside of your residence is an entire world going on 24/7, 365. I can easily access locally grown fruit, $15 mani/pedi combo’s, laundry service (where they wash and fold your laundry for cheaper than if you inserted the quarters and did it yourself), drug stores and light shopping within a few short blocks of home.
- When walking around the city taking care of your business, it’s important to walk fast, with urgency, and with intent. To walk slow, look around and stop to smell the flowers immediately identifies you as a slow-moving, annoying tourist who is taking up valuable space.
- There is such a GROSS disrespect towards the concept of time…I’m still not used to the idea that the daily task of arising, getting to work, working, and getting home can EASILY occupy 12+ hours of your day. The number of tasks you can get done in a single day is minimal at most. I despise that.
- There is literally ALWAYS something going on and something to do. I’ve recently tried to begin doing it all but there simply is not enough time (see above point). I’ve found myself running ragged when I try to keep up appearances at all the clubs, restaurants, hookups and meetups that I’m invited to on a weekly schedule.
- The daily commute is exhausting as well…I find myself walking fast, my head low and constantly observing my surroundings to make sure no one is about to try me or rob me. The only person around who can watch my back is…me.
With all of that being said, I am JUST NOW finding myself adjusting to this daily grind. I am just now waking up in the morning and not feeling exhausted. My body’s aches and pains are easing to a halt. I’m finding that my thoughts are coming in clearer, and not as a disorganized jungle of randomness that I’m desperately struggling to bring order too. After this past weekend, the realization is finally hitting me of the bigger change that has occured while I was being distracted by the other points that I just made.
The biggest change that NYC has brought into my life is a healthier, more productive, more balanced Ashley Yancey.
My mind, body and spirit are more in unison today than they ever have been in my life.
Because time is such a valuable commodity, I am CONSTANTLY thinking and preparing my daily plan of action, along with a Plan B, followed by C. I also have to keep close tabs on my week’s schedule-it’s not uncommon to be put on the spot in the middle of the work day and have to give someone a response right then as to what I can/cannot commit to. As a result, my memory has improved.
The daily hustle and bustle of my job in a high-volume restaurant, coupled with my daily commute, has my body flexing muscles that it never knew existed. My legs, arms and shoulders have never been this defined. In addition, I have found myself eating about three times a day. Heavy, greasy foods weigh me down so I focus on lighter, healthier options. My body thanks me for it every day.
Lastly, during my daily commute on the train to and from work, my eReader and I have gotten pretty tight. I am able to use that time reading devotionals and books. Also, because of my healthier eating habits, I have more energy to wake earlier and spend a few extra moments in the morning engrossed in my Bible.
To make all of those changes has not been an easy task. There have been MANY homesick days when I have been on the verge of tears, missing Ohio like no other. I haven’t spoken much of these moments because they aren’t things that I like to dwell on. Now that I am looking back I am recognizing that I am making it. Deep in my core I feel progressive-I understand the changes I am making are building blocks to the destiny I see for myself.
What better foundation than one that is rooted in a healthy mind, body and spirit?