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Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge: A Triumphant Moment

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Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge: A Triumphant Moment

Walking the Brooklyn BridgeOn July 6, 2011, I walked the Brooklyn Bridge. That may seem like a small feat to some. But I don’t like walking. I don’t like sweating. And I’m afraid of heights.

This adventure was forced upon me. It was the first day of our summer program at work and we wanted to begin with a BANG! We being my manager who is a nature-loving, tree-hugging, camping Aquarius. I really had no choice. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge was part of my job duties!

The day arrived and it was a sweltering and unbearable 93 degrees. I woke up 30 minutes before my work meeting and so I rushed out of my apartment, showered but forgetting to swab on deodorant. I realized this as soon as the sun hit my brown skin and my armpits began to sob. No time, I thought. Already running late. The start of a shitty day, I concluded.

At work, I sat in an air conditioned room, but still felt funky. I couldn’t wait for the mentor to stop chatting about the teen girls so I could run to Rite Aid and buy a travel sized Secret. Then, my manger dropped the bomb. We were leave to walk the Brooklyn Bridge in an hour.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

I rushed to Rite Aid – teen student in tow- purchased a Secret deodorant, and applied it en route to the train. It was humid out. I was sticky. I felt dirty! The last thing I wanted was to walk the Brooklyn Bridge! Alas, a 30-minute train ride later, there it was. It’s wooden floor teasing me with creeks and splinters. I stepped onto the bridge with hundreds of others. I huffed and puffed, trying to catch my breath, though the thick air made it almost impossible. I chugged my water as if it were a Bacardi and Coke.

And then it began to rain.

Drops landed on my arm, forehead, chest. I felt so…refreshed. I stopped mid-step, allowing the rain to cleanse the dirt, the negativity. I scanned my surroundings and noticed couples walking hand in hand, taking photos, and writing their names on the musical wooden floor. I felt the breeze lighten my mood as raindrops spread across my skin.

That day I realized that my feelings, whether pleasant or crabby, can shift. Our feelings influence our perception. At the end of it all, what we focus on is up to us. I chose to zone in on the tardiness, the funky armpits, the sweat and the heat, and later on, redirected my energy, embracing the rain, the cool air, the accomplishment of completing what I perceived to be a daunting task.

It is our choice to either drown in our experiences or thrive in our experiences.

On July 6, 2011, I chose to thrive.

 

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Sujeiry is a natural storyteller, dynamic radio show host and the proud CEO of LoveSujeiry.com. She's been at this digital media and content creation game for 15 plus years and pours her heart and soul onto LoveSujeiry.com - the only site for Latinas on all things love. After realizing there was a void in the love/relationship Latina media market, she took matters into her own hands and became the go-to sex and relationship expert on Latinx platforms. The former sex and relationship expert on Latina.com works diligently and passionately to encourage women of color to be their authentic selves as they navigate all things love.

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