Meditation and Moving

Taken from the May 2003 issue of Elle Magazine in an article about meditation:

"Meditation is a practice; it has its own momentum. The best advice I can give is to begin slowly and claim it as a choice-the way a marriage, a move to another state, or a birth can be a choice. Then it's your responsibility, and there's great freedom in that."

As I was reading that, (and you may ask why I was reading a back issue from 2003, or even why I was reading Elle Magazine at all) the words jumped off the page. I chose to take the opportunity to move to New Jersey, and couldn't be more excited about the possibilities. But, there is also responsibility. I have to find a job. The sooner, the better. I've sent several resumes, but there are stacks of opportunities in my inbox right now. I've been here for 12 days and have already had one interview. That was a bit of a confidence booster, but how long can that carry me? There have been some opportunities that have come up this weekend. I think this is the week for something to happen.

I went for a walk yesterday. A coupon from Rite Aid led me on my quest. It was a simple coupon for Coca-Cola. I decided to find the nearest Rite Aid which isn't so near walking. It ended up being just over four miles round trip, but I got to learn more about my adopted city. It was a nice walk, but I thought my arms were going to fall off by the time I got back. Twelve-16.9 oz bottles of Coke are NOT light. Today, I will make the trek to Target. I'm terribly upset that I forgot my camera, tho.

The photographic opportunities are endless, even in Jersey City. I saw a mural on the side of a building yesterday-the back of Lady Liberty's head. The detail was exact. There's art everywhere. A newspaper here is running a photography contest of the waterfalls in New York. I submitted a couple photos for consideration.

I need to get moving and do my shopping. It's 9:00. I could be back by noon. Then, it's another afternoon of looking and sending and applying. Incidentally, I was reading Elle because between sending resumes and pounding the pavement, I'm reading a stack of magazines I've been carying around for years. How or why I have that particular magazine is anyone's guess.

Here is a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge.