...who the hell has time to do yoga in the middle of Times Square, in the middle of the day, for Summer Solstice? Maybe if I did yoga in the middle of the work-day, I would be less stressed. But, then I probably wouldn't have a job so...
New York has been kicking my a$$ lately. I counted three, yes, three grey hairs on my head this week and it's only Wednesday. The a$$ kick started last Friday when my flight to RDU was canceled due to weather. Because there were no more night flights, The Husband and I were booked on a morning flight out of JFK. I was disappointed that we wouldn't get in until Saturday but hey, at least we had one night...and then Saturday happened.
We drove out to JFK, went through security (which, is never fun) and as we looked up to find our gate, a big ol' canceled signed appeared by our flight. Again? You have to be kidding me. Apparently due to storms the night before, there was no crews to fly for Saturday. The next flight out wasn't until 1:30 p.m. from LGA (sigh) and wouldn't get us in until 3 p.m. After two failed attempts to leave the city, we called it off not wanting to go through another canceled or delayed flight. I cried like a baby. You know, that deep down cry from the pit of your stomach, where you can't stop and makes your face look swollen? Yes, that was me - in the middle of the airport (and to be honest most of the day). Why was I so upset? Well, I missed my best friend from high school's wedding that night. Yeah, it sucked.
And I won't even get into work on the blog but if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me.
New York, I love you but darn it, you really wear me out sometimes. Okay there. Feels better getting it out.
Back soon with more positive news. Just keeping it real on the blog so thanks for listening to me whine and moan:)
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We drove out to JFK, went through security (which, is never fun) and as we looked up to find our gate, a big ol' canceled signed appeared by our flight. Again? You have to be kidding me. Apparently due to storms the night before, there was no crews to fly for Saturday. The next flight out wasn't until 1:30 p.m. from LGA (sigh) and wouldn't get us in until 3 p.m. After two failed attempts to leave the city, we called it off not wanting to go through another canceled or delayed flight. I cried like a baby. You know, that deep down cry from the pit of your stomach, where you can't stop and makes your face look swollen? Yes, that was me - in the middle of the airport (and to be honest most of the day). Why was I so upset? Well, I missed my best friend from high school's wedding that night. Yeah, it sucked.
And I won't even get into work on the blog but if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me.
New York, I love you but darn it, you really wear me out sometimes. Okay there. Feels better getting it out.
Back soon with more positive news. Just keeping it real on the blog so thanks for listening to me whine and moan:)
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