One World Trade Center.
They say it is now the tallest building in the western hemisphere standing 104 stories high.
In the sixty second elevator ride up, you're surrounded by a video about those who've built One World Trade Center and a virtual time lapse of the New York skyline in moving pictures since the 1600's to the present day.
Suddenly the elevator door opens. You're now at the top.
We happened to check out this new phenomenon on a very foggy day in the aftermath of a storm so the view wasn't all that clear. But as you're looking down at the Empire State building from a distance, it's clear you're standing on top of the world.
Well, maybe just on top of New York.
These days, I've been feeling all kinds of fog. To fill you in, I recently just quit my full time job to pursue other things, with these "other things" still standing very unclear. It's been an exhausting journey coming to this decision--that if I made an end to my career as a menswear designer now and my initial pathway to becoming a design director of some sort in the future were no longer in the picture, would it be okay...would I be okay. Well yes, I would be just fine. But to think that the precious time and energy I had put into this sector of the industry thus far had fulfilled no visible goal felt absolutely discouraging...until I realized I had to snap out of and reverse my thinking. Because who said our time and energy is ever wasted; we're always working towards something. And right now that something was knocking on my door with new interests that would require my full attention. It was time to respond.
I guess this is what they call the quarter life crisis. We're all on this journey and at some point we'll pause to see if we like where we're headed. I believe that every single person in this world has a purpose which lies in the unique gifts of the individual so it's important to find out what those gifts are, find out what excites us, what motivates us and thrive in that space however many years or however many risks it takes. You only live once, might as well make it a meaningful one right?
I for one, still seem to be on this journey. And for the record, I'd like to call this point in my life the quarter life breakthrough.
We got back on the elevator, experienced the sixty second ride once more, and walked through the exit. To be honest, I had entered One World Trade Center with greater expectation. But perhaps due to the weather condition it didn't fully pan out as I would have expected. I honestly thought the experience would have been more enchanting, the view from above more thrilling. But then again, maybe if I never quit my job, continued on the familiar pathway and worked my way up to the top, I would say the same thing--that I thought it would have been more exciting, the view much more thrilling. But this year I said yes to an unknown adventure. An adventure in a pleated dress (which I had to cut three inches off of all around), over a button down shirt, belted at the waist since I better buckle up for the wild ride ahead.