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Wednesday, January 13, 2010
100 DaysSadly, I’ve been very neglectful
of my random ramblings as of late. Over the last several months I’ve been going through some tremendous change that
has made me think every other day, “Ooo, I’m going to have to write about that!” Unfortunately, thought
hasn’t made it to paper…until now.
On September 23, 2009 I got a call from my friend, Peggy, letting me know, in passing, there were
100 days until the end of the year. The question that followed her statement made a deep impression on me, “Did you
know you can change your life completely in 100 days?”
I thought about that question all night asking myself, “What would I
want to change in 100 days?” First of all, I’ve wanted to change a certain 10lbs to someone else’s zip code,
maybe in Ethiopia. Lord knows they’re starving over there. Just ask my mother who insisted I clean my plate since I
was weaned from Gerber… Unfortunately, that would mean I’d have to give up my beloved desserts and I’m
just not at that point in my life yet.
I knew I wanted to change something, but what?
That weekend, I went to see my team play the Evil Empire in New York at Yankee
Stadium. I had great seats and was in terrific company. After the game, I went to dinner with a dear friend (who enjoys food
and dessert just as much as I do.) We asked the waiter where to go for stories to bring back to Boston (since we couldn’t
take the tenderloin and sticky buns with us; unless we counted the new layer of them on our thighs…) He suggested a
place called Plunge on top of the Hotel Gansevoort.
Now, my friend and I are two dorks. Really. We both dress comfortably and avoid plunging necklines
and anything remotely risqué that may suggest we’re “easy.” Well, needless to say, we were a little
out of place at this NYC hotspot sashaying around in our comfortable shoes sipping $15 vodka drinks while the DJ spun the
latest techno music. We didn’t care; we were there to have some good clean fun…
Can I just tell you? Several hours of dancing later, we
were at the Ritz Plaza in a penthouse suite doing miniature shots of absinthe until 4am! Miniature only because I refused
to do a full shot because a) I believed it to be illegal b) I suspected it to have psychedelic effects and c) we didn’t
know the two gentlemen we were with from Adam. But, like Halloween candy, the baby ones don’t count so we consumed multiple.
The next morning I had a light and fluffy omelet
prepared for me by a tall, handsome stranger in a suit (it was Monday) on a balcony overlooking Times Square.
Now, I have always believed that in order to grow,
you need to make changes that often feel uncomfortable at first but usually lead to a win and movement in the right direction.
The following day, I knew the answer to my question.
One month later, I quit my job, ended my lease and started the process of moving
to New York City approximately 60 days before the end of 2009.
I’ve been here a little over a week. Let the adventures begin.
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