The Fall Seen Around The World (Well, Maybe Just New York City)

The Fall Seen Around The World (Well, Maybe Just New York City)

Who doesn’t like the hustle and bustle (is that a word?) of New York City? The sweet smell of hope and aspiration in the air, the beautiful architecture, and the abundance of handsome men in business suits passing you on the regular.

I hope these men didn’t see what happened to me this morning. In fact, I feel bad for ANYONE who had to witness that.

I fell. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. While running. On my face.

It was quite horrifying. MORTIFYING. But you wouldn’t believe what happened next. NOTHING. I got up, made it to the other side of the street, dusted myself off. Not one person asked me if I was okay! Where’s the compassion?!

A small life lesson is nestled somewhere here……

Yes, there was no one there to make sure I was okay. The fact that I was LOOKING for someone to ask me, is what bothers me.

This was my physical metaphor for my life. When you fall, you just have to get back up. That’s it. YOU JUST HAVE TO DO IT. Even if you feel like you don’t have any support, because sometimes, you won’t. People will always think you’re under-qualified, not young enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough, not financially capable, etc. WHATEVER. You alone are ENOUGH.

If I saw someone fall in the middle of the street, I would ask them if they’re okay. I want to be that support for people. That’s what I TRULY want. I’m not sure why in particular, today, seems like a significant day in the time line of my life, but it does. I think I FINALLY get it today. FINALLY. 

Oh, and I still love you, New York City.