I had this vague idea of how this past month would feel. I thought it would be the discovery of a city, a deep dive into art, music, comedy. I guess the truth is that no matter where you go, there you are. Same as it ever was. I spent about one week going to central park and seeing shows (that was great) but I still haven’t gone to see stand up or stepped foot in a museum. I did not picture myself in one of the best cities in the world, spending most of my time in one room working.

I went to see David Byrne on Broadway which felt like a religious experience. He is singular. He has crafted a show that is alive and mysterious and pulsing with joy. Lyrics from his song Once in a Lifetime have always stuck with me. They are lyrics that you might get tattooed on your arm so that you always remember:

Time isn’t holding us, time isn’t after us

The truth is, I’ve blinked and have missed out on an amazing experience. I’m that guy in the song. I’m asking: “Well… how did I get here?”.

I went for a walk and like a Springsteen song: I just kept walking. My headphones bailed halfway through and I was left in a silence. There I was, forced to be with my thoughts, questioning myself. Have I been rash? Have I been running away from something? What am I not facing right now? The list feels monolithic. 

I took steps to get here. I had this vague idea of how this past month would feel. It would be about discovery, right? But here I am, feeling lost, asking myself that question from the song. How did I get here?

Back in Toronto this week for a visit. Apparently it is winter there. Goodbye beautiful New York Autumn. Hello layers.

30 Minute Playlist: Once in a lifetime (again)