Hold on to These Moments As They Pass

Do you remember that Counting Crows song “A Long December?”

The song is pretty horrible, but there is one great line: I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.

In February, my friends (also known as the greatest people in the world) took me to Puerto Rico for a surprise 30th birthday trip. As I jumped through the waves, that lyric hit me. This was a perfect moment, and I wanted to hold onto it, bask in it and never let it go. I think I actually started tearing up, realizing what a perfect moment it was. Sure enough, it’s 9 months later and our lives have all changed a lot: one of us has moved to Geneva, one’s contemplating a move to Colorado, one’s pregnant, one moved in with her boyfriend and one (me!) started a new job.

The stress of most of this year has made the good stuff recently so much sweeter, and I’ve had a number of those moments lately, too.

Friday night, I hopped on the Path to Jersey City to meet Dori and take advantage of a ridiculous promo going on at Target. They were buying back any old iPad for $200. I had a first-generation one that felt as heavy as my laptop and was going to ask for a Mini for Christmas, but this deal was too good to pass up. When they gave me the gift card for the trade-in, “Value: $65” popped up on the screen before the associate did the override. SWEET. I love my little Mini. Now to get it a cute case…

Yesterday, I had my Junior League run club. We did a nice, easy, chatty four miles in the park and then went to the Central Park Boathouse for brunch.

We sat by the windows overlooking the water, and someone remarked what a beautiful, perfect day it was. I got the warm fuzzies as I thought about how tourists flock to New York for views like that, and how lucky I was that that was just part of my regular Saturday with friends.

My job is awesome on 17 million levels, but one part of the awesomeness is that my buddy Emily works in the same building. When she stopped downstairs on Friday with this little muffin, she told me she was going to brunch with Leticia and asked if I wanted to come. I

‘m trying really hard to not overschedule myself, so I originally said no, but hopped up on coffee, a mimosa and endorphins after brunch yesterday, I texted her that I wanted to crash brunch.

We went to The Smith, where I got prosecco and potato chips, because they obviously go together. We sat and laughed and laughed and laughed, and I even ran into another friend there. I got back on the subway, smiling.

I snuggled with Bailey for a while, before heading out for a quick blowout before heading to Fall Fete, a Junior League event we host yearly to raise funds to benefit our Playground Improvement Project.

I still really need to learn how to use a curling iron or straightener so I can do this myself. I got my dress from Rent the Runway, and I do not want to send it back.

And now I’m heading out for a bike ride with Jen before getting some work done this afternoon.

I’m savoring every moment.