It was a weekend of wrenches being thrown in plans and things taking a lot longer than anticipated. A good practice on being grateful and trying not to let the little things stress you out, but DAMN, that can be hard.
It started Saturday when we had fun plans to go to Brooklyn to see friends. We only have three weekends including this one left in the city (HOLY SHIT THREE WEEKENDS) so we want to maximize our time. Plans included a beer garden, a street festival, and a doggie fashion show (oh hell yes). Unfortunately the universe/Rowdy’s digestive system had something else in mind. Rowdy had been having on-again, off-again diarrhea all week, but it took a nasty turn for the worse. He stopped being able to control it and started going all over our floor at night (which is the saddest thing ever because he gets really embarrassed about it and hides. We also had to throw away our rug). His poop started to have a lot of blood in it which was terrifying, and then he stopped eating. I was able to get a last-minute appointment at the vet on Saturday, but we had to cancel our Brooklyn plans. So Saturday was spent not writing and business planning and seeing friends and enjoying New York like my calendar SAID I was going to do, but rather walking my dog + a baggie of poop for a stool sample through Harlem in 100 degree weather, holding Rowdy’s head as the vet stuck a finger up his butt, and then sitting in the waiting room for hours waiting (ha) for results and next steps. Luckily it turned out to be nothing too serious, most likely a “dietary indiscretion” from something he ate (we feed him really well but he is a walking dumpster and still manages to consume sketchy things). The bill was kind of a bummer since I’m only working part time right now and we have an expensive trip behind us and an expensive move ahead of us, but it could have been a lot worse. AND our amazing friends came from Brooklyn to Harlem to see us that night!
Sunday was just a typically annoying Manhattan day. The weekend train was hot and really slow, and when I got to Trader Joe’s there was a line out the door and around the block. Since I was already down there I waited. Then waited in the checkout line that snaked throughout the store and did my shopping by using my basket to save my place in line, popping over to a nearby shelf, frantically grabbing anything I possibly needed, and then jumping back in line and kicking my basket forward with my foot before someone took my precious spot. This sadly is how most people at Trader Joe’s have to shop. Then I waited again in the hot subway station for forever until my train finally came. Unfortunately MTA decided to change the train’s route, and I didn’t notice until was too late. I ended up in the heart of Harlem with two giant grocery bags that were too heavy to carry more than a block. Since I’m trying to save money due to my significantly decreased income I opted to take a bus. But the bus I needed never came, despite what Google Maps said (the liar). Half an hour later, I was in tears trying to flag a cab down while also holding a bursting grocery bag in each hand and sweat dripping off my forehead, praying that nothing rotted/melted in the sun.
So the bulk of my weekend was stressing about my dog, waiting at the vet, waiting in lines, and waiting on public transportation. And yes, these are 100% first world problems and really not problems at all. And yes, it could have been 1000x worse. It was certainly a test on my gratitude practice and chillness, and while I definitely wasn’t as gracious and calm as I could have been, a few months ago this stress and annoyance would have sent me off the deep end. I’m guess I’m sharing this all to say that life often doesn’t work out the way we want it to, in both tremendous ways and minor ways, and learning to flow with whatever happens is the hardest and most important thing in the world. It's an ongoing practice. (And also screw the summer subway.)