Experts say it takes 21 days to form a habit.
I want to test this theory, giving myself 28 days to form 28 news habits. Now that I’m newly 28 and all.
My mother would call me hard-headed, but I think I just like to see things for myself. You can tell me whatever you want, but until I’ve experienced it, well, you know how that goes.
Admittedly, 27 was really hard and left me questioning a lot of things. But as that Zora Neale Hurston quote goes, “There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
28 will answer a lot of those things. I can see that now.
And in order for me to give those “answers” the best environment to grow, so to speak, to have the best results intentionally, here are 28 things I will do in my new year (hold me accountable!):
Over drinks the other night, my friends and I were talking about whether we believed in fate.
I think that everything that happens is leading up to something. It all will make sense in the end if you trust the process.
Take me and _____.
I remember when me and Brooklyn Boy first broke up, two things initially made it really hard.
One, I didn’t know what to do with my Saturday mornings. And two, he had the best chicken spots.
I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
I know that I give you a hard time a lot. Yeah, I wish your manners weren’t practically nonexistent and that you understood personal space, but Sundays with you are shaping up to a really amazing part of my weekend.
One week and one day ago exactly, I celebrated my two year anniversary as a new(ish) New Yorker. It was a really good day. I worked on set at look book photo shoot for a clothing company and as Sheila E blared in the speakers at Pier 59, I couldn’t help but smile when she sang, “the girl’s got a lot on her mind, she’s got big thoughts, big dreams… ”
In my quest for living the glamorous life in New York City, there are a few gems I’ve learned along the way. This is a long read, pour a little something and settle in for a peek in the fast life (how my Dad refers to life in the city).