The High Line doesn’t look like this anymore, by the way. These photos were taken a few weeks ago on a warm day, but the landscaping was still wintery bare. I was at the High Line again on Monday and it was completely different, lush and green. Late spring is in full swing here. It actually feels a bit like summer and I can’t remember anymore what the long winter was like. Isn’t it weird how that works?
I like coming to the High Line to think (you know during the week when it’s not so crowded). The view of the water on one side, the traffic literally beneath you on the other. Somehow it works. Despite being surrounded by buildings, it’s peaceful and strangely calming, but the view is also weirdly disorienting. You’re not on street level, but you’re not on roof level either.
These days, I’m feeling like I’m “in the middle” a lot, just like that view. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I feel most calm and secure when I’m crazy busy. Anything less is unsettling even though I’ve expressed the desire to work less this year. Who wants to be stressed and overworked all the time? But I’m comfortable with that scenario. It works for me. When I don’t have that, I’m lost. But right now, there really isn’t enough time to take on a huge project, but just enough time to stop and think.
Yeah, I know. Make things happen. Don’t overthink. Working on that.