I like extremes. What I yearn for, as an example, are on two completely different sides of the spectrum. I long for a city that never sleeps. One with activities, and happenings past the nation’s non-official 9pm curfew. That’s why I loved New York City so much. Everything was alive with energy- day, or night. The excitement of it all coursed through my veins and left me longing for more. NYC, to me, was like a romantic fling; one that you will always remember, and cherish, years after it ended. It was busy, and crude, and real. Had I pursued a different life path, I feel there would have been a strong possibility I may have ended up there.
But like that summertime fling, my love affair with Manhattan ended. Abruptly. Painfully.
Like I said before, I love extremes. It’s nights like this when I embrace the silence, and peaceful lifestyle. Right now, I can hear my daughter breathing heavily through the monitor. I take deep breaths, and listen to the heater switch on and off, and the tap tap tap of my keyboard- doing what I love doing: writing. I have a laundry list of tasks on my “to do” list, but right now? Right now is my time. No one is hugging my legs, or demanding a sippy cup of milk. I’m the only one awake at 1am. I know that my day tomorrow will begin early, but push the nagging self conscious back into my brain a bit more. One more paragraph.
I wonder if I would have ever been able to tap into my passion without the silence. I wonder if I ever would have found my voice in a noisy city. I question if all people feel as drawn to two opposite cases as I do, or if that’s just part of being a woman.
So here, my friends, is my ode to 1am- a time to ponder, dream, escape into memories, and anticipate what the future holds. And my chance to passionately share a bit of it with you.
Linking up with the Just Write Project- an exercise in freely writing both your ordinary, and extraordinary moments.