Day Momo (Des Moments) August 1st-15th
I’m 32 years old. I’m unemployed. At the moment, I live with my mother.
I love to jokingly mimic the Seinfeld character George Costanza. He does the opposite for a week from what he normally would do. An example is when he approaches women he’s attracted to, and actually tells them the truth (opposite of typically lying to them). “My name is George Costanza. I’m unemployed and I live with my parents.”
My truth is I’m unemployed by choice. I’m enjoying spending time with my mother this summer.
While living with her in New Jersey, I’m taking advantage of the proximity to New York City. It’s only 7 miles away. A 20 minute bus ride.
I leave in the morning. I arrive on 42nd and 8th. Then, I take the subway to West 4th St. I grab a green tea at a Starbucks. I walk 2 blocks to Washington Square Park. I sit next to the chess players. I write for 1 hour. I read for 2 hours. I do many more hours of people watching.
This is one of the things I love about living in New Jersey for the moment.
2 weeks ago, I didn’t have any cash on me for my $4.50 bus ride. I told the driver I would get him cash from an ATM. He shrugged, and sighed with some aggravation, but allowed me on the bus.
The bus ride finished. I told him I would be right back with the cash. He stopped me. He said, “It’s all good. This one is on me.”
I thank him. I showed genuine appreciation.
His world lit up. There was a distinct difference in this man’s demeanor from the beginning of the bus ride, from the end.
Giving is what lit him up. By giving me a free bus ticket, not only did it brighten my day, but I think it brighten his more.
We forget to give. We forget what giving can do. Not only for the recipients, but for ourselves. For our own well-being.
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