Yesterday, I figured out why NYC is so good for me: It feeds my soul. As I sauntered through Columbus Circle, the bumble-bee taxis buzzing around, New Yorkers whisking from Coach to Whole Foods, my soul felt replenished.
That’s the thing about my soul. I’m not always sure what it needs until it has it. But now that I’m around culture and people who are striving to better themselves, I feel fed. The larger-than-life edifices that grace my surroundings also contribute to this. Instead of being around flat land, I’m around buildings inside of which people have shaped aspects of the entire world: the New York Times, the New York Post, Vanity Fair, Wall Street, and the list goes on.
I feel like I’m a part of something larger than me. And I know that it’s just a matter of time until I stumble across the right person, the right opportunity, that will thrust me into the next level. I know I’m in the right place, because I am constantly validated by the connections I’m making and the opportunities I’ve come across just within the first two months of being here. The thing about it is that it only takes one opportunity to change my entire life.
Within the next couple of years, I will be writing professionally, living in the West Village, and my love life will be thriving. I’m manifesting it here (If you’re reading this, you can manifest it for yourself, too). Within the last couple of years, I have gained financial independence, moving away from Arkansas and everything I have ever known to take on the Big Apple. This time last year, I never would have believed that I’d be living in NYC, around people who challenge me to be better than I was yesterday.
Now that I’m here, my dreams are coming true. Now that I’m here, I am replenished, after being told “no” time and time again in Arkansas, that “people don’t usually leave this area”, and that “New York is too expensive.” I’m making it happen. That is all.
Until next time, dear readers. Kisses.
