I’m a New Yorker. I bitch and moan, complain and grumble, day in, day out. But something tugs at the corners of my psyche: Life really is Beautiful. Sometimes I have to work to remind myself of that, to fight with the latent tendency to assume the worst. But on those occasions when I’m able to lift back the veil and truly see what’s behind the daily grind, I’m blinded by it’s perfection.
It’s my goal to remind myself everyday, in some small way, that there’s more out there, and even in a city like New York, spirituality is vital.
And if I can help someone else get there, YAY.