There’s a meaning to the world, we’re givin love

In a city that moves unbelievably fast, sometimes we just need to slow down and smell the roses. Subways screech past me as I squint my eyes closed to avoid the dry air and dirt, workmen push heavy carts laden with clinking wine glasses, pushy nannies weave strollers between packed sidewalks and important businessmen hustle past those who are getting in the way of their extremely important meetings or corporate happy-hours. I too, have adjusted to moving at this pace. I now take breakfast on the go which consists of fruit yogurt and granola in a paper cup and leave my clothes strewn about my room from the morning’s dilemma of choosing an outfit. I was definitely going to make the 2 downtown, but as I hurried past a homeless man huddled in old blankets with a Bible in his lap I couldn’t resist stopping to give him the other half of my bagel. It took all of three seconds, but in that moment, everything slowed down. With his simple ‘thank you’ I was off again. This world is constantly moving…the circumference of the Earth at the equator is 25,000 miles. The Earth rotates in about 24 hours. Therefore, if you were to hang above the surface of the Earth at the equator without moving, you would see 25,000 miles pass by in 24 hours, at a speed of 25000/24 or just over 1038 miles per hour. We are always moving...but sometimes, we can find the greatest rest in just slowing down and paying a little bit more attention to those around us…

There she goes..

 New York City, the city of dreams, the city of bright lights and Broadway, the city of eccentric people, cigarettes and bright yellow cabs that aren’t afraid to run over my new Charles David heels. Since my life seems to be comprised of a series of chaotic yet divinely ordered experiences, I have somehow found myself alone in a small room with the nauseating smell of fresh paint and a Polish girl singing off-key next door.  I have already accumulated four Chinese take-out menus, sanitary shower flip-flops and a friend at the front desk of the apartment building I am living in for the next six weeks as I work a 40-hour week with the title ‘volunteer intern to the President of UNICEF’ despite the fact that I have a Bachelor’s degree in Political Science and Spanish and countless internships to my name. 

What amazes me the most is how alone one can feel in a city of 19,490,297. (US Census Bureau 2008) What amazes me even more than that is how many times one can get lost in this city. Yesterday I got lost in Kmart. Kmart. I don’t even LIKE Kmart, but who knows where the closet Target is. Today I was so proud of myself for correctly navigating my way all the way from Wall Street (by where I work) to Park Avenue (where Bible Study Fellowship meets), that by the time I exited the subway station, had no clue where I was, hailed a cab, accidentally told the driver 250 Park Ave instead of 520 Park Ave, paid him 15 dollars and arrived at my destination, that self-congratulatory feeling had completely dissipated.

Despite the somewhat stressful start, I know beyond all hope, beyond all fear, that God Himself has opened the doors to my passion…being a part of something bigger than myself, working for an organization that is making differences in the lives of children globally and bringing a greater understanding to the meaning of life. I know it happens this way…when we place ourselves out of our comfort zones, everything seems daunting at first…sometimes we might even contemplate giving up…but we know that when it’s over we will realize how enriching it truly was.

So for now, I’m gonna put on my aviators, tighten the straps of my new Northface, turn up my iPod and walk confidently in the direction of my dreams.