It was 20 minutes before I was due to a 10pm photography-and-drinks meeting clear across the city, but I was still applying mascara. The sense of urgency was mounting. Time to go, Kristina, I thought.
I was on my way to meet my politico-journalist girlfriend Alana*, who I hadn't seen in about a year, for drinks and a fun night shoot. Our plans were actually for the evening before, but she had to reschedule at the last minute due to receiving multiple violent threats on Instagram earlier in the week. The prices we pay for living a public life! Hightailing out of my room, I grabbed my camera bag, my beanie, and my phone, and made it to the top of my staircase. Then, out of nowhere, I decided to sit down and meditate.
Despite the pressure to GTFO of Hayes Valley and over to Chinatown ASAP, I listened to that inner voice telling me to slow down. I looked at my phone and figured I'd call an Uber after this impromptu moment of zen. A few minutes later my vibe was centered, but I was unable to shake that weird, sudden urge to find my inner zen. What was that?