I haven’t Googled venues or flowers or anything of the sort.
The closest I’ve come to thinking of my own wedding is flipping through engagement and wedding photos on Facebook when they pop up on my feed.
Now – all of the principles I’ve been taught and repeated in my head for the past 10 weeks definitely in terms of finding love: Expand your circle of kindness. What if I want to leave and I won’t know how to get away from him? I saw young women around my age coming out of the local market with bags of food, talking to someone on the phone in hushed tones. just as someone accidentally let go of a heart-shaped red balloon and it floated quickly up to the sky from the uptown streets of the Upper West Side of Manhattan. And just as Maroon 5’s “Love Somebody” came on my Pandora app. It’s normal to feel nervous before a date and frankly, nervous for how you’ll feel afterwards: more disappointed or hopeful (and honestly, the latter is a little scarier than the first). I drank some water and I scanned a menu I already basically had memorized. A few drinks, a few kisses and a few days later, I’m excited about our second date this Friday.
(Don’t just say no to some dude because he doesn’t fit perfectly into what you want) Consider every person and every situation as a teacher. (When a date goes terribly and you are eying for the closest exit to get the f*** out of there, breathe, and see what you can gain from this experience.) What you give your attention to grows. I saw the street car vendor call out to passerbys and I saw little old men shuffling their way to the apartments they’ve probably had for decades. And while it’s okay to worry, my energy and my time (and my heart) are better spent living in the is the single most important thing I’ve gained from my philosophy training.
I was careful not to impose, as I already feel like I’m imposing by living rent-free for three weeks in a space that’s already small enough to begin with.
I was invited and he was well-informed that I would officially transition from my old location to his today.
Or at least, the response I’ve received so many times when I admit my class enrollment is “” (It looks like this, if you’re curious.) Based on the advertisement alone, you would think it’s some hoax but the actual lessons I’ve learned through my 10-week schooling have been so influential on my life that I signed up for philosophy 2. All of these lessons about patience and listening, kindness and relaxing, selflessness and seeking the wisdom you can gain from every situation have benefited me immensely.
Each class, we discuss topics that relate to life as a group, and then we’re given homework to practice throughout the week. When I’m stressed or anxious, upset or unsure, I find myself repeating the smart mantras to get me through the moment or the day or the incident.
There was some brief texting and some minor flirtation, and though I knew better than to get my hopes up about a date with a stranger, I was actually excited to see how it (and he) turned out. And wondering what tomorrow will bring or who you will meet or how it will go or how it won’t go or what will happen are all questions that you’ll never have the answers to until… The truth of everything is found while you’re experiencing, not afterwards and not in anticipation of the moment.
Maybe because the majority of first dates either go very well or very bad, or that I’m just so programmed to expect the worst out of men in New York, but as I was walking to the subway station to meet him, I felt the fear start creeping it’s way into my mind: What if it’s really awkward?
I’ve never worn the clothes hanging in the closet or read the books on the bookshelf across the room.
I started taking this philosophy course at the start of the year.
It was something that I was a little embarrassed to admit because it’s not the type of thing “us New Yorkers” do.
The most amount of consecutive time I’ve spent with a man under the same roof was a week-and-half with Mr.