
It's tiresome to read words like "shuttered" and "empty" to signify buildings and restaurants that once enjoyed the labels of "trendy" or "hot." But who would use "trendy" now, except to describe the previously uncharted territory known as the New York apartment kitchen? In today's New York, like elsewhere, the grocery stores are more crowded than usual because people feel the need to save money by cooking at home. That's a pity, because my inner chef is not as talented as those cooking in our city's restaurants.
When I start feeling anxious, I walk, and the more I keep walking somewhere or anywhere the dark clouds start to lift. I can safely assert that many recent studies show a strong correlation between walking and the improvement of mood and self-esteem. I know from my own experience walking the streets of New York that this is true. I have never once regretted any spur of the moment decision to explore a new neighborhood, visit a museum, walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, discover a new cafe, or find a new path in Central Park.
After I take the long walks, the ones with the most steps (and this activity can be taken metaphorically as well), I find that I'm less afraid, less bothered by current events and more willing to take chances. I listen less to Madison Avenue, or Wall Street for that matter, and more to my own music. And, strangely enough, I'm content with what I already have, but I'm also ready to spend a little.
Image: Aboard the 6 Train, by Walking Off the Big Apple.
2 comments:
Yes, I can see the emotional benefit [as well as physical] of walking, especially in a place like New York. I find working out at the gym provides a similar lift. And although you don't seem to enjoy the kitchen, cooking can be another spirit lifter for me. In short, doing something active, something you like. We just have to get ourselves--and one another--through this, one step at a time.
Thanks, Terry. I really do like cooking, although I am unsure about my skills. I loved reading your post about the smell of cooking onions, and I thought about it the other night while I was chopping them up for homemade chili.
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