A Day In the Life of Lydia......

My alarm awakened me at 5am this morning.  I checked the bus schedule and found out I needed to be on the 5:47am bus in order to make it to my 7am meeting at the hospital.  I found my way out of my apartment at 4:42am only to find out it was raining.  Good thing I always carry an umbrella in my work bag.  For those of you who do not live in NYC, there is a reason big bags (lovely big designer bags I might add) are carried.  The purpose of a big bag is to carry around a stock of things that one may need while being subjected to the elements on one's way to work. The 5:47am bus arrives right on time at 6:02am.  I flip out my monthly pass and board the bus and sit myself comfortably between 2 lovely people who seem to think the skinny people in this world do not deserve much seat cushion, however, I refuse to move so I hold my seat ground.  I arrive 15 minutes later at PABT and begin my trek into the subway system.  The 7 train is surrounded with extremist born again Christians preaching their heart out (screaming directly in my ear) and handing out tracks.    From the 7 train I make a mad dash for the 6 train where I can catch my breath for 3 stops.  Once I reach my stop, I proceed to walk 5 avenue blocks to arrive at the hospital at 6:30am.  All of this, BEFORE COFFEE!!!  After work, as I walk to PABT, I pass by Zara.... I have to go in.  In a matter of about 5 minutes, my arms of full of things I really think I need.  After the next half hour of pondering, I realize that will power needs to be exercised and I put the "needed" clothes back on the rack.  I leave and proceed to my bus.  At PABT, there is usually a line for the 126 of which one waits on average of 30 minutes to see anything resembling a bus. Most of the time I end up standing on the bus for my trip home.  You want to talk about a balancing act.... good thing I have finally gotten the hang of it as the first time on my feet in a moving vehicle was a bit of a disaster!  Ahhhhh..... I arrive home at 6pm.....

Based on my average day working in NYC I must: keep my love for shopping in check; fight for space on the bus and hold my ground once I get it; instead of developing "sea legs", I must develop 'bus legs"; realize a morning workout is not needed, all I have to do is make the trip into work; learn that patience is not a virtue in NYC, it is a weakness!