General, Personal



I drive to work every day.  I’ve been making this particular commute for so long now that it has become mindless. I get in my car, I adjust my mirrors, and pull off. Before you know it, I’m in my parking space, then I’m at my desk, checking my e-mail and monitoring the queue.

Not long ago, I was on my way to work when I noticed the billboard above, hovering over the Major Deegan Expressway.  There was an accident blocking the left lane, and though I was one exit away from my own, it would take me another half an hour to get to work.  I can’t say I’d ever really looked at the many surrounding billboards before– usually I speed past them as fast as I [legally] can, trying to make it into the building by 8 am.  But I was stuck in traffic, frustrated, and bored, and when I looked up, there was a sign: Gratitude.

A few days later, on my way home from work, I noticed another, similar sign.  This one said: We live in a beautiful world.  I will admit, it  made me frown.   I was sitting in traffic– AGAIN–this time on the Van Wyck Expressway, nearing JFK.  I saw nothing beautiful around me, only smog and angry cab drivers and litter.  I just wanted to get home.

But of course, the next morning, here’s this sign reminding me to be grateful.   I thought: well, I’m grateful the traffic isn’t as horrible today. And that made me laugh.  So now I’ve got these every day reminders– what are you grateful for this morning?  Can you find the beauty around you?

I did a bit of digging and found that these billboards are the work of artist Peter Tunney.  You can read a bit more about him here, here, and here.


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  1. Pingback: Gratitude, Parte Dos | Breathe. Write. Shine.

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