New York City= Magical

Magical can be defined as : “beautiful or delightful in such a way as to seem removed from everyday life”

That was how my week in New York City felt. I was a tourist taking it all in for the first time while trying my best not to give myself away as a tourist.
Judging by the fact that I was yelled at to ”move a little faster!” my first time in the subway station, I wasn’t fooling anyone. ”You’re not from here, are you?” a business man asked me as the crowd crossed the street on a red light while I patiently waited for the ’walk’ sign.”
“No, I most definitely am not, but SHE is,” I said pointing to my daughter who seemed to match the pace of the crowd effortlessly.

My senior, Tabby, and I spent 7 days in a friends’ furnished apartment visiting colleges including The New School, Pace University, NY Institute of Technology, and Marymount Manhattan. Thank you, Bill, for being such a generous and gracious host.

The reason for the trip was to tour colleges, but we were able to do a lot of sightseeing as well. We woke up each day and walked outside in anticipation, not knowing where the day would take us. If we got tired, we came back to the apartment and took a nap. If we got hungry, we went out and found something to eat. As a mom of four who rarely takes this type of vacation for seven whole days, I felt a freedom I haven’t felt in a long time. It was also my first time spending an extended time with my child who is no longer a child but an adult.

As I reflect on the week, here are some of the things I appreciated about this magical city.

The Subway – Most New Yorkers don’t own cars. They take the subway and buses. For $34, we purchased an unlimited weekly pass. We used google maps on our phones to navigate. The sound of the subway grew on me.

Walking – I loved the amount of walking we had to do. Most days we walked between 8-10 miles. I was having a lot of back pain going into the trip and it got better with each day. I attribute some of this to all the walking I did.

Food – There is such a variety of food for every budget. Everything from homemade pasta to pizza to gyros to seafood to crepes. Deciding what to eat each day was one of my favorite parts of exploring the city.

Diversity – Over 800 languages are spoken in NYC. I especially noticed this as we were walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and truly feeling the whole world on that bridge. Anytime I am surrounded by more than just English speakers, I feel a rush of happiness.

Art and Culture – New York is home to so many incredible museums, opera, symphony, dance, and of course – Broadway. We didn’t see any shows, but we did visit two museums – The MOMA and Cloisters. We also enjoyed some live blues in a bar while eating chicken wings.


E.B. White in Here is New York describes the city like this:

There are roughly three New Yorks.

There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. 
…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. ”

After the initial panic of being in a strange city with more noise and a faster pace than I’m used to, I started to settle in and see these different groups of people. The people who call NYC home.

I observed the school children walking home carrying backpacks and chatting with their friends. I saw young parents loaded up with water bottles and snacks, talking to other parents as their preschoolers played in Central Park. I watched a group doing a workout in an apartment parking lot and a little league baseball game that didn’t look that different than games I have attended elsewhere. I watched the business people grabbing their coffee in the mornings, the janitors cleaning the floors in the apartment we were staying, and the chess players in Washington square. NYC is not just a tourist destination or a place where people come to make money. People come and go and those who stay do so for a reason.

Tabby is considering moving to New York. She is still undecided. It’s a city of opportunity, diversity, art, and beauty. It is also expensive and she is weighing whether it is worth the financial cost. Whatever she decides longterm, I will be grateful for the time we spent together on this very lovely spring break trip and look forward to the next time I get to go again.

Your Creative Coming Out

I’ve been on the look out lately for people around me who are extremely creative, but don’t recognize or acknowledge their gifts. These people love art and are attracted to artists, but don’t fully realize their potential. They are meant to be a part of a creative tribe and find joy in calling themselves artists, but have been telling themselves a different story because of fear of failure or insecurity. They often excuse their gifts by saying “it’s just something I do for fun” or “I’m not as good as most” or “I could never ask for money for this” or “I would do more, but I just don’t have the time”

I’m thinking about the stay at home mom who makes her kids’ sandwiches into shapes and paints original murals on their bedroom walls. I’m thinking of the neighbor who spends his evenings and weekends on woodworking projects after coming home from his day job. Im remembering the engineer who is writing a novel and the neighbor who is learning everything there is to know about quilting and loving it. How about the retiree who plays clarinet in the city band or the woman who dreams of going on outdoor adventures and writing about it?


These everyday people may not ever be recognized as “artists” by the masses. We tend to put people into categories based on how they make their living. Those we call artists are those who get paid for it.

Another category of people that I am discovering are those who have had a creative practice earlier in life, but have quit. I have lost count of the number of parents of my piano students who have told me they used to enjoy playing the piano, but don’t play anymore. I’ve also heard people tell me they went to college for art or journalism, but have set their work aside since having kids or starting their career. I’ve heard stories of people who “used to travel and go on adventures” and others who “used to write, or paint, or sculpt”.

I’m on the look out for hiding or sleeping artists because I once was one. I was so consumed with taking care of others that I didn’t make time to discover what I liked and what I was good at. Since going through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and being intentional about living a more creative life, I have started to come alive. I now consider myself a writer. I also have begun to see piano teaching not just as my vocation, but as a creative outlet. I have begun looking for new ways to connect with students using off the bench activities, games, and improvisation.

Part of waking up to this inner artist is being around other artists and seeking out people who will encourage your artistic pursuits. Another helpful practice is naming what you are proud of about yourself and things you want to work on and sharing these with others who will keep you accountable. We are born to live in community and relationship, and sometimes going it alone can cause us to quit or slowly drift away from creating.

Starting and stopping are normal and nothing to be ashamed of. Why not pick up that thing you’ve been thinking about for awhile? Why not join a creative group or start your own? Why not start calling yourself an artist? You just might already be one.

Everyone has a story to tell. I want to find the stories of the artists living in secret and challenge their coming out. The world needs to see and hear about their unique creations – but most importantly – they need to create. It may be the difference for them between having a Midlife Crisis or becoming a Midlife Creative.


PLAY

I have been thinking a lot about the word PLAY. Spend a day with a small child and they will remind you how delightful playing can be. Kids love building things and creating colorful worlds with their imagination. They are always on the move – dancing, bouncing, flipping, and jumping. They make a lot of noise, strange sounds, and funny faces. I’ve observed kids confidently share their stories and observations without any fear of rejection or criticism.

Here are 4 things I’ve observed while being around children. These words spell P L A Y.

PRETEND – Kids enjoy making up stories and imaginary worlds in their heads.

LAUGH – Kids laugh at everything. They think the littlest things are hilarious.

ASK – Kids ask a lot of questions. Questions are normal and expected.

YELL – Kids yell and cry a lot. They tell you what they are feeling and they don’t care whether it’s a good time or not.

As adults, we stop speaking up because we don’t want to be a bother. We stuff our feelings and stay quiet to keep the peace. We stop pretending, laughing, and asking questions.

What are some ways we can continue to “play” as adults? Here is a list of ideas my 7 year old helped me make.

Ride a scooter or snow mobile
Dye your hair
Play with bubbles.
Color or draw in a sketch book.
Fly a kite
Make homemade jewelry
Do a DIY craft
Play at a park.
Get some new picture books at the library
Have a spa day.
Make a fun music playlist
Go rock climbing
Play volleyball outside.
Invite someone to your house to play together

Whatever you decide that “Playing” means for you, I hope you will intentionally work it into your life. I’d love to hear your ideas.