Today I sat in the street. I just couldn’t think of any other “firsts.” Not one. At least, not one that I could actually accomplish and write about before 11:59PM. Call it a departure delay, if you will.
But, for better or for worse, lame as it may be, I plunked my tush on concrete so I would keep my promise to myself to try something new each day (and, of course, to have something to post). Heck, I figured if I was having a block, the best way to meet it was head on… to embrace it…to be the block. So there I was, in my yoga pants and sweatshirt, arms and legs akimbo, planted smack dab in the middle of the road.
Um, did I mention I live in a city? One that loves its peppy “of-course-I-can-drive-this-thing” zipcar renters and rabid bikers who spin wildly around corners, earbuds in, fingers tap-tapping on their iPhones while they steer with their knees?
Some might say with this stunt I was more blockhead than block.
Don’t worry your pretty little head, though. I was quite pathetic–I picked a quaint little tree-lined residential lane with more dog-walking traffic than vehicular. I looked both ways about 43 times, and actually only sat for about .2 nanoseconds…. but still….it counts. It does. Says me.
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.