The most interesting thing that happened to me Sunday was being hailed by a young art director on the Upper East Side on his way to work at Eighth Avenue and 49th St. It turned out he was employed by the marketing group I used to work for in the advertising world, before its previous parent ad agency (my former employer) had been sold for parts and gone out of business… an event which precipitated my eventual layoff and led me through a chain of events to my present situation as a taxi driving meditator and yoga teacher on the way to becoming a registered nurse. The art director knew some of my former colleagues who’d survived the transition and now three and a half years later were working in the new corporate configuration. In fact, one of them was smoking a cigarette by the curb as I dropped off my passenger, and I rolled down the cab window and said hello–chatting for a minute about the changes in my life before driving away.

Who would’ve thought in a city this big that I’d be led to a connection like that? Perhaps this was an illustration that in the random events of this world everything is truly connected… I thought about that encounter during the afternoon. The truth is, it’s a lot tougher to make a buck driving a cab than it was sitting in a comfortable chair in a graphics studio working on design layouts, and the workload and pressure of getting myself through nursing school is intense–but I wouldn’t trade what I’m doing now to return to those old days when I felt a vague sense that there must be a better way for me somehow…

So here I am, doing a bit of blogging this morning and procrastinating on studying for a big exam this afternoon; and so it goes…

Peace to all beings.

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