Bathtism
NYC is a baptism at the center of its world’s gravity. Omnipresent, overwhelming, ostentatious.
What’s NYC living? It’s a long, aching soak in a tub.
The bath is a cauldron of energy accumulated to a focal point through which it explodes into the world. The closer you are to that blast, the harder you’re blown.
Quite trying on a body. However, living on the edge has benefits. New Yorkers rank healthy and live active lifestyles. It’s easy to feel a mess running between places willing to dream about pizza slices as a needed relief.
So what is the baptism?
To me, it’s a great reset. Exposure to the world’s culture and customs, living where the times do, you can’t help but be at the forefront of so much—in the know. But being electrocuted is cleansing too, yet extremely shocking.
Life maintenance is overwhelming, let alone the big extravaganza that is NYC. It’s tough to keep up, let alone exceed toward that dream you are chasing. That’s the point, though. The competition raises the standard and creates an environment for excellence. It also creates an environment for awfulness. Yet that excellence is everywhere: In the people, in the work.
NYC is using your body so that you gotta have a nice good bath. Welcome to your bathtism.
