I talk about the power of positive thinking a lot. It’s one of my passions. Even when I feel out of control of my life, (I challenge you to find a twentysomething that doesn’t), I pride myself in my ability to think positive, no matter what.
Today the power of positive thinking is failing me.
It’s been over a month since I started apartment hunting, and I still don’t have a new place to call home. In one week, I will technically be well, kind of homeless. I know that is a broad comparison, but that is how down I am feeling about this whole thing. I’m frustrated. I want to scream. Eye make up be damned, I want to cry.
I check my e-mail account obsessively. Another “rented the room, good luck on your search!” message pops up. Just when I am ready to excuse myself from my cube so I can cry, I hear a voice.
No, it didn’t sound like God. It was actually the voice of the Material Girl.
“New York isn’t for little pussies who scream.”
Damn it, Madge. It’s a quote from her song called “I Love New York”. I remember dancing around to this when it first came out in 2005. Back then I had no idea that five years later, I too would love New York. Living in this city is a beautiful hell, but no matter how frustrated I get, I make it work. I will find an apartment. It will be one I actually like. I will think positive because there is no other alternative.
I will make it happen.
New Yorkers, be inspired: