I always have an undercurrent of thoughts throughout the day about Brooklyn that go unspoken. This, largely due to the fact that everyone already knows how much I love Brooklyn. When I mention it, they just roll their eyes. Reminds me of when someone wears an “I love NY” shirt and people comment, “If you like it so much, go back!”
I think the reason I’m so consumed with Brooklyn is because my feet had so much to do with my decision to not go back. I was super worried about the life and the grind there taking its toll on my fucked up feet.
Enter acupuncture. Like a deaf person hearing for the first time or a person that is color blind getting the chance to see color, the world opens up for them. It’s full of wonder and amazement at every turn. Well, that’s how I feel now that my feet don’t hurt at all. Not at all. Now that that is my reality, I want to go back. I find myself dreaming big again. My dreams include buying a house in Brooklyn and at my core, I believe that’s possible. Not because my finances point in that direction but because my life usually includes BIG breakthroughs, bigger than I could ever imagine or design.
Something S. said to me recently was, “Lynda, just remember you haven’t written your final chapter yet.” I can’t stop thinking about that. What will my final chapter be? Where will my final chapter be?
I wish money didn’t put such a block on dreams. We think that if we can’t finance it, then it can’t happen.
With my new feet, all I want to do IS pound the pavement in Brooklyn again. Sigh.
Where will my final chapter be? I hope it’s back in Brooklyn, honestly.
Oh the power of suggestion. I’m thankful to S. for mentioning that my final chapter hasn’t been written. He taught me to dream big and I can’t stop.