Submitted by Loren Davidson

Can you spare a New York minute?
I didn’t realize that my anxiety and out of character stress was caused by thevery fast world I had become accustomed to. My hours were filled with working fast and being fast and my spare minutes were spent quickly thinking of what to do next. After being a transplant in New York for five years, working on a fulfilling a dance career as well as maintaining a sense of self worth at a second job, I have gone completely mad. Many days I would have to drag myself out of bed and be in such a sluggish state that I could hear my brain speak, “left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot….”. That sensation dissipates rapidly as I look at the time and although I want to sit and ponder the schedule for the day, my reality is a quick shower, protein bar put in my pocket, and a detour to the local coffee shop. The minute I am out the door, my eyes either are doing either one of two tasks: darting back and forth at all the activity produced by the streets or eyes cast down, looking slightly ahead of me as if I were driving a car and I just shifted to cruise control. Continue reading →
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