Those of you that have visited or lived in New York City know that we have our share of characters. Last week, on my way to the subway from work, I spotted a man, skipping down Nassau Street. He wasn't arm-in-arm with a lover, and he wasn't drunk or crazy. He was just skipping.. for reasons specifically his own.
On lookers pointed and stared, shaking their head in amazement. Others vocally questioned his sanity. I thought he was dope as hell, and to be honest, I was a bit envious. I was jealous that in my tired, work worn state, I couldn't conjure up the pure, unapologetic joy it takes to skip down the street.
This week, I am going to embrace every opportunity to fully experience joy. And when I feel inclined to, I will express it openly and fully.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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