Enjoying NYC

Having metamorphosed from a rather melancholic state, like a butterfly emerging from the cocoon, I sense a feeling of "newness" in the air. I am lighter, fresher, though my flying apparatus are internal, psychological, and likely ephemeral.

The previous routine is over, and have since received my scores. While incapable of undoing the fall, the step out of bounds, or the stumble, I am training that they should not recur.

Red Hook, in Brooklyn is an incredible neighborhood. I have the famous Fairway Market less than a five-minute walk away. With a short promenade just by the water, I frequently go out for a stroll, to gaze out at the harbour, and enjoy the vast, industrial landscape in front of me. It is tranquil, peaceful.

I practice in Rockaway Beach, about 15 miles (30 km) from Red Hook. The Rockaways is a beach-side community, a narrow peninsula barely tethered to Long Island by a rope-thin stretch of land. The staff at this practice are friendly and caring, and the clients are down-to-earth and warm. I am enjoying it immensely.
The feedback thus far has been beyond what I could imagine. I must be in a good "place" right now. I find myself living and enjoying the moment, being empathetic and sensitive to my clients' needs, and being a good listener.

Could the last few weeks have been of such great importance to my personal evolution? I am optimistic that the answer is "yes."

 
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