One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” -Tom Wolfe.
Most of the time, we can control what drops into our subconscious at night, no more than we can control the weather. It has become apparent therefore, that my brain still lives in New York City while my body is about a 9 hour and 27 minute drive away. Because, on most nights you can find me and Mr Sandman still haunting the subway. While mentally I’m more than capable of masquerading through Manhattan, physically I have some serious work to do. It’s funny that even after a massive brain attack, such an assault cannot erase things like…. 1 Why you never get on an empty subway car (something awful is likely inside) 2 Navigating the subway is not that scary( although it’s helpful to know the difference between express and local trains!) 3 It’s likely that locals will never agree on which Borough is the best. And finally #4. New York City may very well be the last bastion for the American Dream. Why? Quite simply because the other “kids,” I met there were chasing such impossible dreams as getting my body to transport itself into the middle of Times Square. However, you know what? They did so without giving one iota of attention, to the naysayers who said their dreams were impossible. Oddly enough after the stroke happened to me I have more in common with them then I did before! Even though prior to the stroke I had been sharing the same physical space, I wasn’t in the same headspace. According to the dictionary, the definition of headspace is the unfilled space left above the contents in a sealed container. I think it’s rather important to fill that space with things that lift you up rather then bring you down. If living in the city of dreams(and often hard knocks) taught me anything it’s that you are far more capable then you think! Attitude definitely dictates your altitude. So, don’t let the words or ill intentions of other people, crash your plane into the ground.
Shoot for the moon!