Ten years ago today, I was working at American Cheerleader magazine. Like a typical magazine office, ours didn’t come alive until about 10 a.m. But on that day, our ad sales director called an 8 a.m. meeting, so most everyone in the 57th Street office arrived at 7:30. I lived in Queens at the time and I remember dragging myself into the city earlier than I really wanted to–but then being so glad I did. What a beautiful day. As nice a day as we’d had in months. The window in my office looked out over Broadway and into Central Park. Nothing but green and flowers and sunshine as far as I could see. What a day.
When I think about September 11, 2001, I’m always glad we had that meeting. Because I was in the city, I was able to spend that sad, confusing day with some of my closest friends. My friend Jenni, who lived in Jersey at the time, was also unable to get home. So we walked through an empty, surreal Time Square down to Tutor City and stayed with our friend Denise for a couple of days, until the bridges and subways opened again. We all think about that day often.
I’m glad I’m in New York today to spend this day with friends. This morning, my friend Michelle and I went to a free “remember 9-11” yoga class at the BMW Guggenheim Lab on 1st and Houston. It was a wonderful way to start the day, by thinking and reflecting and hopefully sending out a little positive energy into the world.