Bryce Gruber’s Thoughts of the Day (frizzy hair edition)

“A man can consider himself a success when he wakes up in the morning, goes to bed at night and in between did exactly what he wanted” -Bob Dylan

1. I Choose Everything in my Life. I know that seems nearly impossible, but as I walked along the rainy, slushy streets of downtown NYC today it totally dawned on me that most of us are pretty fortunate to be able to have so many choices in our lives. The choices can be simple- like which pair of shoes to wear to work in the morning, or more complex- like the right time to bring a new person into the world. Either way, it doesn’t matter… choices are the ultimate luxury. I chose to wake up this morning, drink the tea of my choice, wear the clothes I wanted to wear, walk along the streets I wanted to walk along, work the way I wanted to work, do pilates the way I wanted to do pilates at lunch, and continue my day in a happy, productive way. I think that’s perhaps the most important part. Lots of people don’t necessarily have the freedom to choose all the little things in life (or the big things like their spouses, homes, jobs, or religion), and the ability to choose is enough to keep me happy. I don’t always make the right choices (like today’s workout gear that left me with a semi-camel toe or adding too much dressing to my salad), but the freedom of choice is beautiful enough to be treasured on its own.

2. Crap. I Spoke Too Soon. If you remember my thoughts about nail polish and controlling men from a couple weeks ago, you probably remember how excited I was to get back to my virginal colors like “Elegant Slippers.” Well shit, I spoke too soon. My new favorite color is actually by Jessica, and I assumed because it’s a light pink that it must have a super cutesy/elegant name. I just looked at the bottom of the bottle to find the name “Naked Gun.” There goes all that virginal excitement.

3. I Did Pilates Today. With old people. And Gary. And we had a blast because there’s something beautiful about getting your workout in next to a bunch of people that can never be better than you at working out. I mean, you can see why it’s calming to work out with a room full of 70 year old women vs a room full of muscular 23 year old gay men in hot pursuit of the best workout of their lives. Gary fits into the latter category, but will always be a mess of a woman in my eyes.

4. My Hair is a Frizzy Triangle of Fury. Yup, that’s right. It’s rainy here in Manhattan, and I’m the genius that forgot to travel to pilates with an umbrella. You know what that means? Giant Jew-fro action. My head looks like a triangle of curls right now, and I’m just thankful that my mascara is still in tact.