Suffering defines us, but we get to choose its definition. That’s what Victor Frankl, a holocaust survivor, psychiatrist, and author of Man’s Search for Meaning (affiliate link) wanted us to know. He told his story of suffering and survival, from a personal perspective but also as a psychiatrist. It was sad, but, more than that, … Continue reading Suffering is one of the best ways to find meaning
Category: Faith
Live a better life by improving this simple practice
Practicing gratitude cultivates happy and healthy lives in us. But what if we could improve our practice by improving the things we are grateful for? Could we be happier and healthier and more abundant? I think so. Let me explain. A lot of the things we are grateful for can be fickle like our families, … Continue reading Live a better life by improving this simple practice
In NYC, spring is in the air
The smells of New York City are usually the butt of a joke (which is often associated with the smell of a butt). But in the spring, there is something sweet in the air. It’s surprising. There are trees that are scattered all over downtown that have this refreshing scent that overtakes your senses, your … Continue reading In NYC, spring is in the air
What it’s really like starting a business
For years I've said that starting a business is like jumping off of a cliff and learning to fly. Somehow I flew. Rent wasn't cheap. It was 2008, and I was living in New York City. I was in my early thirties, single and stupid enough to leap off of a cliff without a parachute. … Continue reading What it’s really like starting a business
The secret to dealing with people in business
At the core of every business isn't money. It's relationships. Now, I don't mean that you need to go on a business retreat and hold hands with your coworkers as you dance around a campfire singing Kumbaya. But we can be practicing ways of relating to others that build mutual respect, trust, and maybe even … Continue reading The secret to dealing with people in business
Reflections from a Friday night in the East Village
It was a cold, wet night, in the East Village. And I was rushing to my destination. I neared the next intersection, and a bar burst upon me on my right, with fogged windows and sounds of a party. And I saw dozens of people, crammed in a small space, all talking at once. Every … Continue reading Reflections from a Friday night in the East Village