Dear Reader,
There are some days spent in Brooklyn where everything seems
to just make sense. Work. All is well. Like putting that
last piece of a puzzle together and looking with sudden clarity at the “big
picture” – ohhh, so that’s what I spent hours upon hours sifting through
cardboard cutouts for! All the good and bad had and to be had makes sense on
this very day.
I’m so very thankful for such days because it’s when I feel
most grateful for my life and I certainly do count my blessings. This week, E
and I went for a long walk through our neighborhood, hobbling through
cobblestone streets and maneuvering through tourists admiring the NYC skyline
(a picture never does it justice, does it?) and our conversations tend to
always center around the same vibe. We
are so blessed. Even when facing the worst of circumstances, I am so
thankful to E for keeping my mind in a high spirited place filled with
gratitude instead of resentment or disturbances of my peace. It’s in these
moments where we are often overwhelmed with joy and with a real need to celebrate life.
And I have a tendency of celebrating such said life by
throwing dinner parties.
