Day 2: Time And Time Again

After attempting to sleep through what seemed like hours of warm electric waves pulsating through my body from head to toe, it was time to face the glare of a rising sun, peering through my 29th floor Marriott Hotel room window, and greet a New York Friday morning.

Time Square. Time and time again, I've watched all the hype on TV and cheered in anticipation for Dick Clark to ring in each new year. But, I'm sorry folks, the ball that drops is small. I giggled, then shook my head in utter disappointment.

Swatch. A classic Swiss time-telling device which has become all but obsolete on the West Coast. When I told my kids I had a giant watch as my wall clock during my early years of college, they never believed such an item exists. Now I have proof from the Swatch shop wall.

The Manhattan LDS Temple provided a valuable time of quiet solitude from the hustle of New York City streets and a spiritual boost from the bustle of my own personal life struggles.

Central Park (on foot this time) was the prime location to people-watch and see bridges made famous by movies, but I mostly wasted time taking obligatory duck-face selfies.

Tea Time at the Russian Tea Room. The serene ambiance, the sophisticated young Russian waiter, and a delicious stroganoff meal (which melted like chocolate mousse cake in my mouth) created an exquisite fine dining experience.

School of Rock at Winter Garden Theater was, quite simply, rocked an amazing performance!

There is always time for a sample of chocolate before calling it a night. After walking another 50 something blocks today--about half of that in a pair of adorable black heels--I actually deserve it. [wink]

I am always unsure what the consequences of today will be tomorrow, physically speaking. Yet, time and time again I tell myself that the adventure outweighs the cost of pain.