December 2011
4 posts
The Real Me
Sometimes, we forget who we want to be. When we were growing up we had so much faith in ourselves, so much hope and confidence in the future; it was innate. There was no doubt that you would become a marine biologist or fourth grade teacher or famous actress. There was never anyone or anything standing in the way. But somewhere along the way, life happens. And when you look back, you realize that...
fairytales
Well, maybe this city isn’t for everyone, after all. Maybe life outside Manhattan IS real life. Maybe we’re all living in a fairytale, waiting for something better to happen, while bright yellow cars drive by and the concrete under our feet is louder than our thoughts.
Realization
She was being revitalized. Right before her eyes. And as she walked, one foot in front of the other, she continued; every step for those who couldn’t walk anymore. She knew she had not been finished. She knew there were pieces to put back together, before it was too late.
Sometimes
Maybe sometimes New York has you. Maybe sometimes, it’s out of our control. Because you never know where a night will take you or how a night will end. There could be a new something or someone.
This is Manhattan, after all. And the possibilities are, in fact, endless.
We just have to find them.
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November 2011
5 posts
COLD NIGHTS
In fact, a cold breeze at night really does keep you warm.
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Never Settle
You better search the world before you settle. You have no idea what’s out there.
The world is waiting.
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We meet a lot of people in our lives. Some are insignificant. Some are there for a reason. And some are just there, simply to change your life.
And you might not even know it.
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Instant Gratification
I’ve always had a problem with this. Perhaps It’s generational- everything we could ever want is given to us in less than 60 seconds with a gray bar racing to it’s fulfilled end, depicting just how fast those 60 seconds will go. Perhaps it’s just me. (I like to think it’s the former).
Even in college, on the way home from grocery shopping, I, even behind the...
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful...
With New York. Or so I thought. I moved to New York seven months ago with this ridiculous notion that I would kick New York’s ass with the tenacity of Samuel L. Jackson-meets-Chuck Norri-attitude and something fabulous would happen to me- I suddenly would be strutting down the sidewalk in a pair of Loubitins and swipe plastic as fast as Kim Kardashian gets married. Paying rent? No problem....