New York City is by far the most incredible city I have visited. It’s busy, vibrant, powerful, aggressive, fun, sexy, unforgettable, and massive.
There are inquisitive museums, incredible art galleries, and must-see Broadway theaters. And 5th Avenue, the luxury shopping capital of the world.
For every taste bud, there’s a restaurant. Beautiful eclectic neighborhoods with unique personalities. The cultural events are always diverse and exciting.
Two weeks I stayed with a friend in Brooklyn. Most days spent in Manhattan sightseeing or eating great food. Enjoyed strolling through Central Park and walking pass by the Twin Towers.
Didn’t do the tour of the Statue of Liberty, but stood in awe of France’s magnificent gift.
Took a subway to Harlem and spent the whole day at a street festival. Someone walked up and gave me three books by James Baldwin. Said I look like someone who would enjoy them. He was right.
I started noticing all types of people with dreadlocks. It didn’t matter race, religion, or culture. They were walking, driving, cycling, surviving.
One day I stood at a corner in Manhattan. A man pulled up to the light in a red convertible. The top was down. Dressed in suit and tie, his long dreadlocks sprawled over the trunk.
I shouted, “Hey man what do you do?” He shouted back with a smile, “Making money and saving lives!”
What an image and quote. A vision of my self with dreadlocks started shaping up. Plus, the variety of those with dreadlocks proved many levels of success in all types of jobs and careers.
Returning to Dallas, I decided to take the road less traveled and let the dreadlocks grow where they may. Was I afraid? Of course!
I was more afraid of not living the vision. I had to prove my dreams are possible in this lifetime. That others opinion of me doesn’t matter. And true happiness is defining myself to the world as I see fit.