Crazy Train Lady

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I love NYC but I’ll be the 1st to admit that one of my pet peeves about the train is that it’s a germ fest!!! A closed in tight space where people from all parts of the world can sneeze, pick, wipe, cough, touch, excrete, and my germophobe list goes on…. I have taken to covering my nose / mouth with a handy scarf, holding the pole with a glove, napkin, or sleeved arm, or just moving to another seat / car just to avoid offenders!
I have noted people in the past wearing masks. To which I inwardly comment & judge that if you’re so sensitive that you have to wear a mask, then you probably shouldn’t be riding the train in the 1st place! I was also slightly jealous of their excersised choice to avoid germs. Why wasn’t it more common to wear masks on the train? We should all be doing it. No I don’t need a receipt or change bk from my metrocard purchase. Instead, I would gladly take a free mask!

Well yesterday I became the crazy looking lady on the train! I was leaving a chemo treatment & they offer the masks complimentary at the front desk of my treatment center since chemo drugs can make you more succeptable to infections, etc. I dove into that box like it was a box of Hershey’s kisses!!! I hopped on the train & endured the stares.
It dawned on me that I was now probably being perceived as I had judged others in the past. Isn’t it funny when you end up walking in someone else’s shoes??? I noticed that people wouldn’t sit near me…even though I was dressed decently & reading a respectable book. I admit the experience has shifted my perspective on judging others. Now I know that people may be going through something & the last thing they need is someone staring or judging. I think in the future I’ll just say a quick prayer for that person’s wellness & health….as well as my own! 😉

What about you? Have you ever judged others only to be put in the same position? Did your experience shift your perspective?

Love Lenses

Hi Peeps!

Today I had the opportunity to listen to people share personal testaments of faith, love, and struggle.  All were from different backgrounds & shared from their hearts. The constant in this voluntary sharing was that people wanted to be heard. They felt their story mattered. The details of disclosure connected them to the others present & established a greater sense of being.

As I later enjoyed breakfast, the teabag caption put me on a pause to ponder…..’Who, being loved, is poor? (Oscar Wilde)’  All those whom I heard speak earlier were rich! Rich by their own definition of feeling love from family, friends, & God, but also rich because listening is a form of love.

I wonder how often we choose to first see others as beings who need to be loved? Who need to be heard, acknowledged,  and affirmed? Do we first offer ourselves as a point of love or do we seek what we can get from the next person based on our own deficit? How do we break that cycle? If being loved is being rich are you generous or thrifty with what you let flow? Hhmm, what’s the perspective on your love lenses?

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KICK-OFF GREETINGS!!!

Hi and welcome! 

I’m Jai & I’m so excited to be here with you. I welcome you to this space to share perspectives that will help us all live our best lives. As we avail ourselves to enhancing the growth of what we think, observe, learn, feel, and do….then we can all get where we want to be and enjoy the journey together! I believe that growth is aaall about your vantage point! So share yours, question someone else’s, or adjust how you see things through your life lenses!