A friend of mine once told me that next to every truth stands a lie, that one person's ceiling is another's floor, and that to follow a truth is like walking a razor's edge -- it's easy to fall off in error. I find defining the difference between evaluation and judgment to be in this fine-line category.
I believe that those of us who are called into a mid-life crisis and those who accept the honor of moving through it thoroughly and with grace are the lucky ones. Now that I am on the other side, I see my mid-life crisis as a true breakthrough, an awakening, and the path to the peaceful, joyful, and loving life I am living now.
We cannot seek to prevent the collapse of communities we deem valuable while ignoring the ones that produced these issues. We forget that there are people who are dying who have lived lives that we do not understand and who have people who love them as much as we love those around us and that this lack of connection with those affected prohibits us from developing comprehensive solutions.
As much as Sex and The City wanted us to think it, New York isn't your boyfriend. And since it isn't your dumb boyfriend, it's free to be perfect -- and New York is perfect. I recently had two West Coasters say things like, "New York is great, but all people do there is sit in bars and talk." Can you imagine anything better?