24 NYC Moments: December 2013

A “moment” from each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, always tRuthful.

Month 20: December 2013

As I hold the revered tree yoga pose–balanced and practically unwavering–I realize this $5 class is exactly what I need. My mind has been scattered, or missing, even, lately. I think–well, I’m sure– it’s because my boyfriend and I broke up last week. I’m positive there are pieces of my mind scattered throughout each of New York’s five boroughs, hidden in places even the greatest detective couldn’t find. A quote comes to mind: “my thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.” But I fit it in a much less poetic and somewhat terse way. My first attempt to collect my lost and very single self seemed to throw itself at me earlier this week in the form of knitting. It was as if I looked down at my hands one day and knitting needles and a skein of yarn were just there. “This can’t be good.” I thought to myself as I cursed at the difficulty of tackling the purl stitch. The motions of the craft didn’t help me collect myself, they only made my scattered situation more obvious to me. But here in this yoga studio, all I can hear are the quiet breaths of those balancing around me. The sun shines through the wall of windows at a cheery winter angle. I feel good. I feel like I’m in the middle of an episode of Sex and the City, but I feel good. Suddenly the pieces of my mind come flying from all corners of New York City back to me. I’m physically and mentally in balance, even if just for a moment.

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