Found: On floor in entrance hallway to the E train as approached from the corner of Fifth Avenue and 53rd Street. One Canadian penny, 1970. Slightly sticky.
Circumstance: Feeling a bit down after a weekend of failures – failure to communicate, failure to drink tequila with virtual strangers, failure to secure a new job for school. Filled with self-doubt around the decision to teach art. What if the money doesn’t work out? What if I don’t work out?
Walk past an open art exhibit Jim told me about and venture inside. Many pieces done by students grades 1-8. I remember being an artist at that age. I am touched by their imaginativeness. I wonder if I am still artist enough to teach youth.
Dad was an art teacher. He winks and I pick up another penny from heaven.