When it’s time to change, you’ve got to rearrange who you are and what you’re going to be.
My daily writing led to meetings, an unrealized magazine column, more meetings, and an eventual job. Which, of course, begat more writing. Which begat less blog-writing. Which, in turn, begat a written list of things I want to write when I have more time (and no, a list was not on the list).
And the constant comparison of what life is now as opposed to what it used to be or what it could’ve been makes the moving-on a bit too plodding.
This blog has been incredibly rewarding – it's kind of like theater for an actor. Instant feedback. You know immediately when you've touched a nerve or a heart or even been completely passed by.
But it's time to tell a different story.
I need to rearrange my life to embrace a new challenge, a new cast of characters, and a still unfamiliar landscape.
And no matter where I go, I know New York will still be there.
A girl never forgets her first love.
Thanks so much for having traveled with me this far. xoxo