They say life's what happens when you're busy making other plans. But sometimes in New York, life is what happens when you're waiting for a table.

Sex and the City (season 4).

I would like to add to this....

Life happens when you let go, enjoy the moment, dress up just because, allow yourself to talk to a stranger, watch and smile as a couple engages in flirtation, admire the fashion sense of a diva walking by, take a big bit of that tiramisu and enjoy every single moment of it melting in your mouth, slip your card to that handsome stranger who bought you a drink, wear the short skirt with confidence, run and laugh instead of taking a cab, try a new spot in a non-typical neighborhood, grab drinks with someone you don't know all that well, invite random distance acquaintances to join your happy hour group, do a dating profile and see what happens, go on a vacation by your self and indulge in anything and everything, host a dinner party based on all appetizers and small plates, open that special bottle of bubbly and savor it over a netflix movie, and feel confident enough to let life happen as it may.