Waiting for a Bus

I was daydreaming, one sleepy Sunday morning, remembering my life in New York City. Okay, so I still have a love for NYC.  I know that it was a good decision for me to move out to California, however there are times, knowing what I know now, when I wonder what if? I’ve learned that every experience, pleasant or not, is a classroom of self-discovery and as we get more comfortable in our classroom we drop our resistance and adopt a bring-it-on point of view.   I was recalling my commute to work one morning in New York, waiting for a downtown bus when an encounter with a disturbed person taught me a valuable lesson about myself.