I’m from New York—
WAS BORN AND RAISED IN NEW YORK.
Thought I would bring up my kids in New York—you know? Kind of forever live there.
BUT, NEW YORK IS NO LONGER HOME FOR ME.
It is now only just a place I go when the holidays come. It is a city I visit when those twinkling lights call me. It is the streets and roads that I’ll forever know by heart, forever hold by heart. It is the place that I adore with all the people that I cherish.
And I will forever love it.
Forever celebrate it.
This past weekend, I flew back to New York for a wedding. The husband and I started out in Queens—sat around a big glass table, drinking bottomless cups of Chinese tea and Korean burdock root tea (to be shared in my next detox post!) with our Umma and Appa and little brother.
Then we went up to Mom and Pop’s house, over the bridge and tucked back by the mountains. There, we talked about life and love and every other crazy thing in this mad, mad world.
In my hometown, we snuggled up warm with my Mom and brothers. We woke to a snowy Saturday morning with sleepy eyes and tired bones, so Mom went into town and got us some New York breakfast bagels—poppy seed with bacon, avocado and home potatoes. And then it was New Jersey for the wedding—the wedding of one of my best friends.
She was beautiful.
JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AND AS GRACEFUL AS SHE’S EVER DREAMED TO BE.
And it brought tears to my heart to celebrate her—to celebrate her special day: the closing chapter to her old life and the dawning sunrise to her new life.
I wish her love & dreams, one thousand times over.
The bride was my deliver. The ceremony, seeing old friends, laughing and posing for pictures outside in the bitter and freezing cold. Kissing my husband on the lips and thinking back on our special day. That was all my deliver—that was the filling that my heart & soul needed.
The detox is this: I ate some things I wouldn’t have normally eaten. I ate some portions I know I shouldn’t have eaten. The bagel sandwich, the pizza, the Shabu Shabu…
Yeah—sometimes you live & you let loose, a little.
But, gosh dang it, if it weren’t for someone special keeping me in-check about the donut on my plate at the wedding, I would have eaten the whole thing—I would have scarfed it down without a sober, second thought.
So here’s the thing:
You surround yourself with loved ones. You eat food you don’t normally eat. You LIVE. You celebrate. You JOIN. You commune.
AND IT IS ALWAYS SO WORTH IT:
FORGET THE GUILT, FORGET THE SHAME, FORGET THE REGRETS.
BECAUSE, HERE’S THE THING: YOU CAN ALWAYS START AGAIN.
Doesn’t matter the New York bagels, or the New York pizza, or the donuts or the carbs, or the chocolate or the pancakes or the biscuits, or the soda, or the In-N-Out fries. Whether it’s the day after Thanksgiving, the week before Christmas or the night of New Year’s Eve.
You can start again. You can come back to yourself, your goals, your plan, your rhythm & your routine.
Our journeys will not be perfect. We will eat things we know we shouldn’t.
But oh, how we can start again.
I want to hear your side of the story—your imperfections and the bangs ups you feel you’ve made over the weekend. Sometimes laying it all out there is the first step towards letting go of the guilt and taking hold of the goals.