inhaling with the xx
On Tuesday night, I had the chance to see the xx at the Armory, a truly special, once in a lifetime experience. Having not got much sleep or rest or really slowed down the days before, I debated texting my friend Nate and bailing.
After work, I zipped to Brooklyn for a meeting, zipped back to Union Square to meet Nathan and then we zipped uptown to the Park Avenue Armory.
I was beat.
We entered the venue and sat in a holding room until it was showtime. As we sat there with 42 other guests, I was thinking about how I’d had such a long day, how I’d be out late, and how I’d have a late night the next night.
My mind was preoccupied with all of these thoughts about what had happened during the week, what WAS going to happen during the week, but it wasn’t really thinking about what was happening in that exact movement.
When we were ushered out of the holding room, through secret tunnels, and eventually into the performance area, my mind frame shifted. I was standing in a giant square with 43 other people, surrounding the xx.
"Close your eyes, inhale. Deeply." I told myself.
And so I did. I closed my eyes, inhaled, and stopped any thought that was not about the experience happening right in front of me.
This week, I’m going to remember to inhale and take it all in, one moment at a time, even in the midst of busyness.