RDP Friday: Empty

Huh. Empty.

That’s an interesting word.

If anything, I feel,

Anything but empty.

It’s weird.

I’m isolated right now,

For the most part,

As are many of us.

But empty?

Not so much.

It’s more like…

Filled with emotion.

Fear.

Courage.

Strength of personal bonds.

Support from loved ones.

Terror of the unknown.

Thoughts of unease.

Thoughts of love.

My heart is abuzz.

My brain is on fire.

But empty,

As you’d rightfully assume,

That I’d feel,

I don’t.

Maybe it’s because,

There are so many helpers out there.

Here’s to the helpers.

Here’s to the heroes.

Sacrificing their lives,

In order to save ours.

Subways: and how NOT to use them…

Note to self: when on the B Line heading uptown to Washington Heights from Harlem…make sure to get off at the 125th, 145th, or generally a stop where you can transfer to the A train. If you don’t (because you weren’t paying enough attention when you KNEW you had to get off at the 125th stop but you were listening to music)..you will miss the entire transfer to the right train, end up in the Bronx very far from where you need to be, and inevitably miss your dance class at BDC because you ran out of time to get your dance clothes from home…yes…that was the lesson learned in New York today. I bet tomorrow train riding will be easier! I also learned that it is possible to get a phenomenal haircut and eyebrow job (which didn’t hurt because they used a razor instead of wax…I’d never heard of that) for fifty dollars or less and the service is amazing. I couldn’t be happier with the product I received while getting to practice my Spanish. I will certainly be returning to “Honey” Salon in Harlem because they are so kind! 

Well, Bellas, if I have any other great things to talk about today, I will! But for now…wish me luck on my two job interviews tomorrow! 

 

Ciao y Salud, 

Gwyn