Last night I walked around midtown and the Upper West Side;
It felt like I was floating in a dream or better yet, an alternate universe.
I lived in New York City for such a long time, but that was ages ago;
Memories of my first audition, my fantasy apartment (a gorgeous doorman building along Central Park West), and all of the feelings of desperately wanting to “make it”!
As I passed from street to street I could feel myself relax. I’m not sure if I’d still use the phrase “make it”, but I realized I had done something more rewarding:
Everyday I wake up and get to do what I love. When I was twebty-one and living in the city, I undoubtedly took that for granted. Now, I can appreciate the journey that I’ve had thus far; I accept the truths—I’m not exactly where I thought I’d be at forty-one; still, twenty years later I’m precisely where I’m meant to be!
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