Notes on Grace

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Hey Lovelies! Here's part two of Cory and Grace's story. I really hope you enjoy it. I can't say what it's meant to even look on the story stats and see that even five people have read it. That's five more than ever before. I'm feeling totally grateful that a platform like wattpad exists. Let me know what you think!

hearts and hugs -- Ava 

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Grace

Her eyes were on me. I could feel them. Not really burning into me, but just roaming, lazily, as though she were perusing a piece of literature. I found myself suddenly hoping fiercely that I wasn't so easily read. I resisted the urge to close up and tried to focus on the staff meeting. I found myself writing notes, but every time I looked down instead of having a note on what to do in a particular situation that might arise at the wellness center, I had an idea for a painting. A few words here and there, maybe just a caption. Something that would help me remember the inspiration later. I sighed miserably. I was going to have absolutely no idea what to do when it actually came time to do my job. 

I walked into The Lotus Wellness Center in Union Square looking for the job that was going to help me thrive. I had realized after college that I wanted to help people. I am the first to admit that I am privileged. I never had to really ask my parents more than once for anything, and they didn't put any pressure on me to find a job after college. My mother wrote children's book for a living and my father owned a publishing company. We had enough money that they encouraged me to do what "fulfilled" me. I took a hard look at myself after college and decided that I wanted to help people. 

The idea came after watching a Tony Robbins video by chance. My best friend, Paul, came across a video of his that he recommend that I watch. One look at it and I was hooked. I needed to be able to help people that way. The look on their faces when they had breakthroughs was worth a million of my paintings. Once I talked with someone, offered as much gentle advice as I could give, I found that there was no stemming my creative flow. Painting after painting would come, as if somehow, the universe was reciprocating through my muse. Each time I gave to someone I got so much more inspiration. it was a wonderful feeling both ways, and I knew that there were so many people out there who needed it. Especially in a place like New York. 

So I looked at different yoga centers and wellness institutes. I liked to move. Ever since I was young I would move and dance and react to life with movement. I figured if I was going to start helping people, the best place to start would be a place that involved my body. I wasn't an amazing speaker like Tony. I was shy and easily overcome by groups of people. And I knew that it took me a long time to feel comfortable enough with a person to really give them the advice that I knew I could offer, but somehow, my body instinctively knew what someone needed and would offer it when my voice faltered. So I interviewed and The Lotus unfolded and took me in. 

I was immediately struck by how beautiful the space was. When I walked in, It was almost as though the city ceased to exist. The Lotus was decorated in soft whites and creams that I thought would look harsh and sterile had someone described them to me, but instead, found them calming and purifying. The doors were made of an opaque plexiglass that lent a dream like feeling to the entire center and the windows were all draped with gauzy material. Some were white, others were cream and yellow. The moment I walked into the place, the magic of it all caught me and I found myself smiling. I knew that it was going to be a good fit.