Dear Delta Flight Check-in Man

Dear Delta Flight Check-in Man,

We are so appreciative that we were able to make our flight to San Francisco last week. Despite your initial lack of interest in our plight, you really came through in the end. I'm so pleased that my usually ineffective methods of persuasion- yelling "this is unacceptable" and shaking my hand- finally worked. I took great pride in the fact that those simple words, screamed so loud that the entire terminal could hear, stirred in you the realization that you had been doing absolutely nothing to support us. It was really nice of you to call your friend at the gate, chat about your day, while trying to rebook our tickets, and take your merry time. It is my belief that this whole fiasco could have been avoided, had you not instituted this idiotic policy of deleting boarding passes if they haven't been scanned in 45 minutes prior to take-off. If you can convince your company that this is more trouble than it's worth, just think, you can go back to your regular schedule of throwing bags onto the conveyer belt and chatting loudly with your coworkers while ignoring the growing line of customers waiting patiently. Just trying to help a brother out.

All my love,

JP

Winter Weekend Blues

In my opinion, there is nothing worse than waking up sick on a Saturday morning. Friday our office was without heat. Not one person left, despite the frigid temperatures. I was feeling quite uninspired. I had given my notice exactly one week ago, with most work taken off my plate and waiting to hear back from several clients about open items, I was having a hard time concentrating. At 5pm I couldn't take it any longer and took off. Loehmann's is having it's going out of business sale and I was hoping to find some jeans or other miscellaneous items for super cheap. No such luck for me, so I moved on to Nordstrom Rack and after leaving there empty handed wound up at Trader Joe's so I wouldn't have to go out on over the weekend. I made it home by 7 and commenced relaxation until Akshat got home and we took off to our friends birthday party in the West Village. We made it home at a decent hour and headed to bed. I was excited to wake up the next morning and go to yoga, but instead, when I woke up, I was feeling exhausted and achey all over. It was NOT what I was hoping for. This entire weekend has ended up being a bust, its been snowy and cold, cloudy and altogether depressing. I'm ready for a break. I know that I'll have one in just a week. I was just wishing it would be warmer and less stressful. I know it will work out well in the long run, but I just am disappointed that I'll be nervous about being without a paycheck for a week. Perhaps it would be different also if it were summer and I would know that I could be out that week running errands, going to the market and working out and running... Perhaps I'll be out of this funk by then to make it work.

Yoga is better than pants

Since moving to New York more than a year and a half ago, I have been trying to find a yoga studio that suited my needs. I'm not a real yogi. I don't pretend to look good in or afford Lulu Lemon. I need a studio that makes me sweat. That makes me ache for days and that makes me want to come back for more. I had that in Cleveland. I would go at least once a week, sweat out my life, and come back for more whenever I could. A few months ago I got an email from my Cleveland studio bidding farewell to a teacher who was moving to NYC to work at a new Baptiste studio here. I have never been more excited. Within an hour I had friended and emailed this teacher on facebook. With my broken foot I was unable to participate until this weekend. Saturday morning was my first class and I was WAY out of practice. It felt amazing, and I remembered how much I missed it!
I couldn't leave without knowing I would be back. I bought the new students $79 for unlimited classes for 30 days. I went home and immediately went back to Nordstrom Rack where I had just bought new jeans for the same price and returned them. Nothing feels better than Baptiste Yoga. Not even a new pair of jeans!

Every Exit

This week was a busy one for the Pujara family, and the weekend will only get busier. Monday night started with a happy hour to say goodbye to some cousins who are moving to Dubai for a year. We met up with them at the Ace Hotel Bar, where I found the above image tucked away in a corner. We may not be moving to Dubai, but there are so many exits and entrances that Akshat and I will be making this year, that it was hard not to be drawn to the simplicity and creativity of this.
We started watching the Bachelor again. I can't imagine not having it in our routine, as it provides us with not only comic relief, but our little watch parties are the one night a week where we see our friends despite the deep freeze, early nights and general dismal conditions that are winter. 
Also on Monday, my mentor at work gave her notice. She will be staying three weeks to wrap up loose ends but it is difficult for me to see what my day to day will become once she is gone. 
It appears that everyone is exiting and entering different stages in their life. 
I wonder what mine will be...

And so it begins

I have been wanting to publish a blog forever. Not as something that needs to be read by others, but to document my story for myself, and if anyone does draw some feelings of inspiration or is craving the sense of community that I have found in the blog world and within my friendships here in New York than all the better. 

My New Years Resolution is to be better to myself; in short, treat myself better and focus more on my successes than my failures. Why then, would a blog be a good idea to start? I had feelings of wondering if I am setting myself up for failure. I know that when I click on my favorite blogs, only to find no new posts, I am disappointed. Will I feel the same way about myself if I cannot think of something to blog about on a daily basis? Perhaps that will be what I should focus that days blog about then. The feeling of disappointing myself, and others, which is a feeling that I am familiar with anyway. 

I want to start a dialogue on here, to meet new people, to express ideas and thoughts that I have and to meet people who will come to know me as Judith the blogger. My mother always expressed to me the importance of having friends from every instance of your life; those who know you pre-puberty, pre-college, in college, post-college, pre-marriage, post-marriage. If you are lucky like I am to have friends from each of these instances, it seems almost greedy to want and expect more. I just know how much I enjoy reading and learning from the community of amazing women bloggers out there, and feel like it's time to give back; to share as much as I have enjoyed reading, and to become a more active member of the blogging community that I have been a silent member of for so very long.

Happy New Year to all my friends and family, new, old and yet met. I hope so learn as much from you as you learn from me with this blogging experiment.
xo
Judith