Have you ever stopped to think, how did I get here? Was it one big decision, or a bunch of little decisions that lead me right to this moment?
Today, I did.
Finishing up a six mile morning run through lower Manhattan, I suddenly found myself smiling down at a massive peanut butter and jelly bagel. Here I was, backward Yankee hat in the middle of Washington Square park, covered in peanut butter, Drake on repeat–and judge if you must, but exploding with uncontrollable happiness.
Okay so maybe the small slice of heaven in PBJ form was to blame, but I’d like to think it was the culmination of everything.
To be honest, change used to (and still kind of does) terrify me—I’m what some call a creature of habit. Morning run, daily donut, afternoon call to mom. Sue me, but I love the feeling of familiar and routine. But standing in that park holding that bagel, soaking up the pure bliss of that moment, I realized this wonderful happening was entirely unplanned, and entirely off the beaten path of normal for me.
And well, they say progress is impossible without change, and if that means progressing to peanut butter covered happiness, I think they’re right.
But even with the knowledge of these wonderfully terrifying changes, I’ll inevitably remain loyal to my favorite constants—like surviving on brunch, long runs, and really great coffee. So allow me to share some my recent both unexpected and familiar adventures.
**Note: You are going to notice a pattern of avocado toast and bagel sandwiches. BUT I promise each and every one was chosen, loved and appreciated for it’s unique and delicious place in my brunch adventures.
The Happiest Hour, West Village
The Egg Shop, Nolita
Black Seed Bagel, Nolita
Tijuana Picnic, Lower East Side
The Penny Farthing, East Village
The Upsider, Midtown East
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I could EASILY have enjoyed these delicious meals solo through this incredible city. But perhaps the best part of each dish was the chance to share it with some amazing humans–a few tried and true old friends, and a few who I had the chance to meet for the first time from across these tables.
Taking a moment to rest my tired legs on a park bench, savoring the last peanut buttery bite, I realized perhaps the key to it all is balance. A balance of miles and meals. A balance of old and new. A balance of familiar and change.
I never want to remain static, and frankly in this city I don’t think that’s possible. I want to change and evolve, take risks and tackle new adventures, but you better believe I will always order avocado toast.
Run far, eat well, drink better.