2020, I’m so happy to make your acquaintance. I think we are going to be fast friends. I see promise in you, and joy. I see long days stretching out ahead and the kind of nights that one hopes will never end, full of celebration and precious friendships. I see a story, so many stories, still left to write…
Having spent a lot of time at Grand Central Station, leading up to the new year, I have gotten attached to her. And I have fallen in love with her story of redemption. The Roaring Twenties have come ’round again for Grand Central Station, which causes me to consider her place in history and beyond.
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/preservation-battle-grand-central-180969446/
I can relate to her having seen better days, how her charms were buried beneath layers and layers of life. And I can identify with her renaissance brought about by a little love and care, how it’s not over for her, how she still has so, so much left to share. I adore her majestic coming out in all her seasoned glory, amid a modern, polished city, and how she holds court in a way all her own, with a beauty all her own, making a statement that’s all her own as if to say…
“Aaaah, yes, I may be old… but Darling, you are boring.”
January 5, 2020
New York, New York
So here’s to the Roaring Twenties… and here’s to owning every day that we are upon this earth. Here’s to aging gracefully, with a certain flair, so that a new standard of beauty becomes our story, one that calls for us to hold court with grace and kindness, in all our great big beautiful glory. May we dance at the most inopportune of places and may we laugh too loud always. May we hold growing old in high esteem, and may we never, ever, ever, be boring…
Cheers.