Here’s the ugly truth about New Yorkers that may be difficult for someone living in rural Iowa to comprehend: as exciting, glamorous as our city may seem, most New Yorkers rarely go to Broadway shows, galleries and museums. The paradox of living in a hot tourist destination is you find yourself constantly maneuvering your schedule so to avoid the people, places and things that initially brought you here.
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In a bold move, I recently turned down a date with a seemingly nice guy.
As a professional people pleaser, asserting myself, drawing boundaries and pushing back are skills I’ve never acquired. The result has been a lifetime of limping through bad dates and so-so relationships because I either ignored the red flags that screamed “unavailable” and “problems,” or simply couldn’t say, “No.”
At this stage in my dating career, I thought I had heard every plausible, lame excuse for ending a relationship.
“I don’t see this as working.”
Yup, heard it. Many times, in fact.
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
Standard line, but I appreciate the intent to be kind and gentle.
“I need to focus on my career.”
In today’s economy who doesn’t?
But recently someone superseded the ridiculous and unloaded the granddaddy of reasons for a breakup: “You watch Oprah.”
Eat a McDonald’s Big Mac Kate Moss. Make that two or three. If you haven’t noticed, the boys at Sports Illustrated just gave you their middle finger.
On Sunday it was announced that for the first time in SI’s 52-year-history they put a put a plus size model on its cover. Ashley Graham, one of the three to grace the 2016 swimsuit issue cover, is a whopping size 16.
My response? Hallelujah!
“Is this one of your crazy ideas?” my 10-year-old asked, as I hurried her to put on her shoes with promises of ice cream.
I had been sitting home watching CNN’s coverage of the Pope’s mass at Madison Square Garden when I snapped. Minutes later, after having bolted from my downtown Manhattan apartment with my daughter Savannah in tow, I was shoving us both into a packed #2 train and headed toward the 34th Street subway station.
In the summer of 2000 I did a weekend workshop at the Omega Institute with Wayne Dyer. I was in my “New Age period,” devouring all the best-selling books by the top spiritual and self-help experts of the time. Because I live in New York, most would eventually drop-in for a lecture or workshop, so I got to meet such key players as Louise Hay, Shakti Gawain, Deepak Chopra, John Gray and Marianne Williamson; however, no one could command the audience’s attention like Dyer
What struck me about those two days I sat listening to Dyer lecture in the sunlight auditorium at Omega is that he spoke without notes or prompts. He could eloquently weave words together to explain ideas on universal energy, self-actualization and spirituality and never pause. His presentation was seamless. There was also something about his energy that felt very calm and grounded.