In the city that never sleeps, there apparently is an airport that does
I found out today that LaGuardia airport shuts down at midnight, only because my flight from Boston Logan was delayed from 8:30 pm until 10:00 and before anyone knew what time we might take off people mused (in that doomsday way travelers have when a flight is delayed) that we may never get out of Logan if the flight can't meet the LaGuardia curfew. Luckily, we met it, and I'm home (is NYC home now, some nearly 11 months after I moved? I guess so) and free to blog.
I've been having a rough go of it these past couple of weeks but today I had one of those little moments of serendipity that gives me a tiny ray of hope in the otherwise bleak landscape of my emotional life. I'd been feeling pretty emotionally raw all day and had even peered over the edge of the abyss, worried that the disoriented sadness I'd been feeling since Christian passed and my ex stomped on my heart (for the last time! i swear!) would turn into a full-fledged depression.
To keep myself sane, I've been reading books about spirituality lately as part of my mission to continue to work on myself and find my own happiness. On my quick flight back tonight I had two books on my lap, a book about Buddhism by Thich Nhat Hanh called "Teachings on Love" and Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love," a light-hearted yet philosophical memoir about one woman's journey from depression to enlightenment on a trip through several countries. As the flight attendants were coming through with the beverage service one of them (male, gay) who saw the books when he was getting me ginger ale said I was reading the kinds of books he loved and suggested I read an Indian motivational writer called Robin Sharma. (Not sure if the guy sounds like my cup of tea, but I am open to doing some research.) He then divulged to me that he'd recently had to put his cat down (aww, poor guy) and had been told to read "Eat, Pray, Love," so it was next on his reading list. I almost handed the guy my copy, since I'd finished reading it, but there are still some passages that resonated with me that I'd like to read again, so I selfishly kept it for myself.
Anyway, I know it's a bit corny to think this way, but it was kind of nice that on a day when I'd been pretty down about the stuff going on in my life, I had a little moment of over-sharing and with a flight attendant who shared my taste in spiritual self-development books, and it made me feel a little less alone. Yeah, that's kind of silly. But the more I study Buddhism, the more I think about the self in relation to the rest of the world, so the moment had its own little significance to me. (OK, you can laugh at me now. Go ahead. I don't mind.)
Ugh. I must really be reaching the end of my rope to be having moments of communion with flight attendants when they serve me ginger ale. I think I really need to get some sleep!
I've been having a rough go of it these past couple of weeks but today I had one of those little moments of serendipity that gives me a tiny ray of hope in the otherwise bleak landscape of my emotional life. I'd been feeling pretty emotionally raw all day and had even peered over the edge of the abyss, worried that the disoriented sadness I'd been feeling since Christian passed and my ex stomped on my heart (for the last time! i swear!) would turn into a full-fledged depression.
To keep myself sane, I've been reading books about spirituality lately as part of my mission to continue to work on myself and find my own happiness. On my quick flight back tonight I had two books on my lap, a book about Buddhism by Thich Nhat Hanh called "Teachings on Love" and Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love," a light-hearted yet philosophical memoir about one woman's journey from depression to enlightenment on a trip through several countries. As the flight attendants were coming through with the beverage service one of them (male, gay) who saw the books when he was getting me ginger ale said I was reading the kinds of books he loved and suggested I read an Indian motivational writer called Robin Sharma. (Not sure if the guy sounds like my cup of tea, but I am open to doing some research.) He then divulged to me that he'd recently had to put his cat down (aww, poor guy) and had been told to read "Eat, Pray, Love," so it was next on his reading list. I almost handed the guy my copy, since I'd finished reading it, but there are still some passages that resonated with me that I'd like to read again, so I selfishly kept it for myself.
Anyway, I know it's a bit corny to think this way, but it was kind of nice that on a day when I'd been pretty down about the stuff going on in my life, I had a little moment of over-sharing and with a flight attendant who shared my taste in spiritual self-development books, and it made me feel a little less alone. Yeah, that's kind of silly. But the more I study Buddhism, the more I think about the self in relation to the rest of the world, so the moment had its own little significance to me. (OK, you can laugh at me now. Go ahead. I don't mind.)
Ugh. I must really be reaching the end of my rope to be having moments of communion with flight attendants when they serve me ginger ale. I think I really need to get some sleep!