Sex And The City: A Story of Synchronicity

I sat down to tea with a friend at Bryant Park only to be surprised with the question: “Do you think it’s all a load of crap? All of this positivity stuff- all of what Gabrielle Bernstein and all the other positivity and spirituality people are peddling? What if this whole life and everything else is all meaningless? How about if there is nothing else but this? What if they are all just selling lies?” 
My eloquent self replied, “Huh? What do you mean? Do you mean like, what if there’s no God, no Universe? The law of attraction and positivity in general is a lie?”
To be quite honest, I don’t think the answers to any of those questions matter. So what if there is no God. So what if the organization of the Universe and it’s bending towards happiness and positivity is all a fabrication. I can care less if Gabrielle Bernstein, Deepak, Oprah, Wayne Dyer et al are all selling us on an empty dream and are lining their pockets living in their huge mansions.
What I care about is my happiness. My positivity. My ability to relate to others. I know that there is a stark contrast between the moment I presented myself as an atheist and my current spiritual self. I don’t care what anyone writes about, sells or pedals. What I do care about are the experiences in my own personal life- am I seeing God’s presence or a positive slant on my life? Yes. God/the Universe/or whatever else you may believe in is an experience. The way you can know that you are on the right path is to see the results – peace and happiness. I have Peace and an indescribable bliss that is beyond any happiness that I have ever experienced. I don’t need to see God to know that she is present- supporting me every step of the way. 
We have to cut back in time to earlier in the day when I wrote this blog post in which I complained about my move to California. I was a bit in the dumps unable to shake the dread of apartment hunting in a market that was expensive. I b*tched and whined. I was then asked to tea only to find myself jumping on my soap box when my friend started to complain about her transition to living in New York City. 
I reminded her of the multiple blessings and how different and uncertain her life had been when she first moved stateside. I was beyond words and could not help her any longer. I jokingly said- “I don’t know what to tell you- did you think it would be like Sex & The City? There are millions of people that would kill to be in your shoes. You actually made the move. You are here and you’re not that horribly off.”
That’s when she interrupted to tell me because there was a cute baby on the carousel behind me. I whipped out my camera and started snapping photos. I figured I could use her photos on my blog post. 
She then turns to me and says, “You have to stop taking photos- don’t you know who the father is?”
Who’s the daddy:
Can we calculate the odds of this? 
Babies are cute- Fact. Your life will be better than Sex & The City- FACT. Real life is looking pretty damn awesome right about now. It will be beyond your wildest dreams- it will blow your mind! I guess this is what happiness looks like:

If you need a sign that things are on their way- you needn’t look any further. Miracles are at your fingertips. Living in New York is no biggie. Moving to California- no sweat.
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DevaChan’s Pixie Cut: "Croaking" from Cancer & Honesty

They say that on one’s death bed, the only thing you will regret is having not done something…
Yesterday, I lay in bed waiting to get more sleepy as I read through articles. This was at about 3:20 in the afternoon. And yes, I was laying down for a nap (be jealous). I came across an article about cancer and the reality of dying. It spoke about someone who’s wife had been stricken with cancer. As her hair had began to fall out she asked that it be cut into a mohawk. They sent a photo to their best friend and he replied with a photo of his own. He had also cut his hair in mohawk in support. In that instant I looked at the time – it said 3:33 pm and I knew.
I knew in that moment that I would regret all my not’s. I would regret not moving to California (or at least not giving it an honest try). I would regret not learning to drive. I would regret not trying this whole life coaching business and going out on my own. I would regret not living life to its fullest. I would regret not being courageous. 
We move through life stopping ourselves. Holding back. Playing small. Not being honest. Committing sins of omissions or telling little white lies. I don’t want to lie anymore. I don’t want to hold back for fear of hurting someone or of insighting the rumor mill or having people speak of me. 
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that at 3:33 pm yesterday, I decided to cut my hair. I decided that I would have the courage to expand the definition of beauty. I always looked at those that had the balls to cut off their hair super short with jealousy. 
I heard a friend say- “Oh, I wish I could cut my hair into a pixie cut but no. First, I will catch a husband and then I will cut it off.” In my silence, I am ashamed to admit, I agreed with her and adopted that mentality for myself too. I will wait after x (after getting married and being bought and paid for? Or would I wait until I returned from my trip to California when I apartment hunted?). I will put it in the back burner for now.
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life…
I had the desire. I can. I did. I wanted to expand my mind beyond…
No need to wait for x. No need to be stricken by anything. No need to stay where it is safe. No need to wait for approval. I am reclaiming my own life. No apologies. No regrets. 
After all, it’s only hair:
There is something very different about me – something deep within. I no longer have to wait for my life to be threatened to be pushed into action. I now see the fleetingness- correction- I now FEEL the fleetingness of every moment as I strive to live in the now. How beautiful.

The funny thing about reading an article is that sometimes we fail to identify with it. We just set it aside. I have learned that if it happens to one it happens to all of us. Over the past year, I have learned to feel great empathy and I am sometimes moved to tears. I don’t have to wait for it to happen to me to learn the great lessons of life.

Thank you FUNemployment for giving me the gift of feeling the depths of the joys of life- for allowing me to FEEL my humanity and love every second of it.

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