Travel Snap Tuesday: Boxing Day in Central Park

Cabs on Central Park West

It was Boxing Day, 2007.  It was absolutely freezing outside, but not quite cold enough to snow (something that I still have to stop myself from complaining about), and I was coming down with some kind of holiday-exhaustion-meets-plane-germs lurgy. Not one to rest while on holiday (I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything!), I was adamant that we were spending the day in Central Park. It was on the schedule, after all. I had spent at least six months agonising over every little detail, planning our trip with military precision – we were sticking to that bloody schedule.

We grabbed a map from the Visitor’s Centre (the Dairy), and made our way around the park. I will never forget how cold I was that day. Chilled-to-the-bone cold. I bought a hot coffee from a cart selling snacks and beverages by Wollman Rink, but it barely warmed my insides. I couldn’t understand how it could possibly be so cold, yet not snow. I was freezing – and there was only one thing that kept me going. Squirrels.

Squirrel-spotting

Much to Mr Posy’s dismay, I was more interested in chasing squirrels than I was in the beautiful park that surrounded us. I squealed with glee when one particularly bold squirrel came right up to my shoe, but with nothing to feed him, he quickly ran off.

We hiked around the park, taking in the sights, stopping occasionally to snap a photo when I would spot a squirrel. After a few hours of this (and a lunch break), I began to grow tired. I was sick, I was freezing, and my clothes were damp thanks to the mist and a light sprinkle of rain. I wanted to go back to the hotel room. I wanted a hot shower. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep.

Mr Posy had other ideas. He wanted to find Strawberry Fields.

We were somewhere in the middle of Central Park, and I had no idea which way was up. I couldn’t work out where we were, or how to get to where Mr Posy wanted to be. I was tired and cold and starting to whinge. But still, Mr Posy was on a mission.

Occasionally I would spot a squirrel, and I’d perk up a little. For a few minutes. My feet were starting to hurt, and I was getting more tired by the minute. I didn’t think we were ever going to find where we needed to be. Or our way out of the park. Eventually we hit Fifth Avenue. Awesome. We were blocks and blocks away from Strawberry Fields. I begged to go back to the hotel. We could come back tomorrow. I just want to sleep. We have the ballet tonight. I don’t feel very well.

Mr Posy would not give in. I began to grow suspicious. And a wee bit nervous.

It took us two hours, but we found Strawberry Fields.

Stalling, I pointed out a vendor selling gloves. “Look! You’ve been saying all day you wanted gloves! These are like mine!” Mr Posy exchanged a few greenbacks for the gloves. He lingered around the Imagine tribute, taking a couple of snaps (I refused – people might think I was a tourist…), until the crowd thinned out a little.

“Miss Posy? Can you take a shot of us both by the tribute?”

I was a gun at taking self-portrait shots and he knew it. I knelt down beside him; my stomach had butterflies. He was on one knee. Was this it?

Imagine – Strawberry Fields

It was here that Mr Posy whispered into my ear, asking me if I could “imagine” spending the rest of my life with him. It was here that I giggled nervously, not really believing that he was asking, asking me, despite knowing that a ring had been in his luggage for over a week. It didn’t feel real.

It was here that I said “Yes”. I no longer felt cold.

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Travel Snap Tuesday: Where imagination is the destination

My dear friend Little Miss Moi is with child. She also has a two and a half year old. She works full-time, and her husband is often away for business. And she’s been blogging up a storm. My “I’m too tired to blog, I’m exhausted” excuse suddenly makes me feel pretty darn lazy. It is for this reason that I find myself trawling through travel photographs and trying to string some thoughts together late on a Tuesday night, following a particularly lovely home-cooked roast at my Ma’s.

I don’t consider myself well-travelled. When I was 19, I went on a 4-day cruise to New Zealand with my (at the time) bestie. When we eventually got to Auckland, we stayed the night, and then caught the earliest plane back to Sydney. We were poor uni students, and had spent most of our fun-money on the cruise, in our defence.

Mr Posy and I have holidayed in major cities around Australia. We’ve been to the USA twice, and both trips were spectacular. We still have to trek through Europe, shop in Singapore, lounge around in Bora Bora, ski in Japan, and head back to the US for another visit however!

Our first trip overseas together was pretty magical – first stop: Disneyland, California. Just prior to Christmas, 2007.

I’ll never be able to explain the overwhelming emotion that I felt walking through Downtown Disney, and then through the gates of Disneyland. My eyes welled up, and the tears spilled over. To this day, I can’t decide if I was overwhelmed with happiness, or if it was some kind of indescribable sadness – that I’d never again feel the way I did in that moment. I think too much, I know; Mr Posy tells me this often.

Mr Posy was such a trooper – I dragged him all around the park, forcing him to ride carousels, and making him pose with characters. The Mad Tea Party spinning teacups in Fantasyland were easily my favourite attraction; I dragged Mr Posy on the ride three times in as many days. I spun the teacups round and round, as fast as they would possibly go. I felt a sense of lightness, like the world had disappeared and only Mr Posy and I were left.

We spent three days at Disneyland – on our last day we spent 15 hours wandering around the park. We went on every. single. ride. We ate our bodyweight in $1 churros. And it all finished with a magical crescendo of music and fireworks over the Disney castle.


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A Perfect Post

“Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it’s the thing that’s really preventing us from taking flight.”
– Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

Funnily enough, Brené’s The Perfect Protest post (that I found via the lovely Chantelle at Fat Mum Slim) couldn’t have come about at a better time.

For months I have been agonising over this blog – finding the perfect name, the perfect template, the perfect image, the perfect pseudonym (after some word association exercises… which I’m still not 100% happy with – I’m not good with role play/make-believe), the perfect avatar… When I had the blog looking the way I wanted, it was trying to write the perfect first post. I felt that my blog would somehow be flawed, inadequate, if it wasn’t perfect from the very beginning.

However, I think I’ve come to realise that if I keep focusing on having every post and every element of this blog just so, I’ll never get it off the ground. I’ve come to realise that this blog is a work-in-progress. And I am okay with that. For the most part.

One of my biggest faults (or imperfections, if you will), has always been my strive for perfection. I flogged myself at University – berating myself for anything less than the highest grade (and then not believing I was worthy of that grade). I put my body through hell for years, punishing it with excessive exercise and not enough calories – criticising it when it didn’t perform how it should; never feeling thin enough, toned enough, good enough. I take on far more at work than my capacity allows – if I say “no”, or take a personal day, the guilt consumes me. Then I have to find the energy to ensure my personal life doesn’t suffer. I’m a perfectionist. I put 150% into all that I do, and it’s exhausting.

But nobody is perfect.

I’m scared of the dark.
I say “yes” when I mean “no” (otherwise known as, “I can’t say no”).
I spend too much time on the internet and in front of the TV.
My hair won’t stay put.
I have a tendency to over-share.
I’m addicted to my phone.
I buy magazines and forget to read them.
I eat too much chocolate.
I spend when I should save.
I forget to hang the bathroom mat.
I cry over silly little things.
I let stress get the better of me.
I find it difficult to just ‘take’ a compliment.
I can’t stand mess, and I’m fussy over things that don’t really matter.

I am me. And that’s okay.

As Brené has said over at Ordinary Courage, “Authentic and messy is the new perfect!”

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