Nyc Poor but Cool by Odilia Rivera-Santos

I was walking down the street and noticed a group of women in Harlem going to lunch on a Friday. They worked at a children's advocacy organization, which offered a low salary, a lot of stress and the opportunity to do incredible work bettering the lives of children and families with little to no recognition.

The three women appeared to have a Friday lunch ritual -- of going window shopping and to an inexpensive restaurant. They were fit, beautiful and very stylish, but they were living within their means: inexpensive clothes, shoes and designer knockoff bags. I thought about the importance of their work, the value they added to the community they serve and how nothing was cooler than a sense of accomplishment. 

I thought about how we assign monetary and spiritual value to certain types of work.

Watching the three women walk down the street on a Friday, they appeared happy and carefree. Their belief system had not been hijacked by materialism, nor had their work bound them to an ascetic asexual existence. 

This is why the blog is called NYC Poor But Cool

... In case you were wondering



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