The best part of my day is…
Striking up a conversation with a stranger on the subway platform.
Bumping into a classmate on the train.
Tipping the barista who always has my Starbucks order ready for me in the morning.
Listening to a co-worker as she sings (seriously) the whole way to her desk.
Laughing at whoknowswhat all day long.
Sitting outside on a park bench with friends during lunch.
Brainstorming with the smartest women I know on a whiteboard painted wall.
Gathering the office for a midday coffee break.
Meeting over sweet treats with an old friend after work.
Swapping book recommendations on the train.
People watching from my apartment’s stoop.
Forcing my UES friends to eat guacamole with me.
Lying in bed with a can’t-put-it-down book.
The best parts of my day are the times I spend with people. The real life, real world interactions I have. Don’t get me wrong, I love Instagram and Twitter and blogging… but that’s simply not the best parts of my day. Yeah, getting likes on Instagram is nice… and getting a retweet makes me feel like maybe (just maybe) I might be funny, and writing is an amazingly cathartic to me. But those feelings are kind of fleeting and definitely not deep. I get a lot more from one solid minute of oh-my-goodness-I-am-getting-an-ab-workout laughing than 1,000 likes on a filtered Instagram photo.
The other day, I was thinking about how interesting my life looks on social media. When in fact, I spend so much of my day sitting at a desk at work or, if I’m lucky, on my couch with my laptop. I do enjoy it, so it’s not like I want to stop…
But I think I need to remember to place a lot more weight on the best parts of my day. Not just what looks good in a square photo on a phone. Or whatever. The best parts of my day are the things I REALLY care about… and the things that I value and treasure and will remember forever and ever.
Living in NYC is certainly filled with the most intriguing, hilarious, thought-provoking, what-was-I-thinking moments. I honestly tend to not share those because I don’t want the story to lose anything when I publish it. I want to look back and remember those moments in my head for exactly what they were (or, more realistically, how my memory chooses to store it).
A co-worker sent this video around and it is amazing. You must watch it.
It’s just a simple reminder that we really are so plugged in. I don’t think it’s a terrible thing. (I’ve met a lot of my friends though Twitter. I get to talk to you all every day on my blog. I can video chat with long-distance friends every Sunday night. Email allows us to quickly communicate with anyone in the world. Technology is providing real solutions for real world problems.)
But what makes us human happens offline.
So… I ask you, what’s the best part of your day?