Down on my luck, not quite out on the street. City dreams faltering as they're realized…New York is filled with those with and without talent who become happy and successful on a whim, the wings of a celebrity, and anything else. It's enough to make a girl crawl back to college.
I’m learning firsthand that maintaining a relationship in this concrete jungle is hard. Let alone the whole “making it” part. How can I navigate away from part-time and create a real contribution? How do I deal with aging too young, wishing to go back to a time when I was surrounded by friends and promise? How do I become better when everything seems set on making me worse? I’m not sure of the answers, but I will not let this city defeat me before I find out.
It's like I am at the cusp of knowing the path and look up to see the finish line obscured. I’m almost everything, it seems. I’m almost artistic, I'm almost literary, I’m almost happy. I just hope I’m almost there.
I’m learning firsthand that maintaining a relationship in this concrete jungle is hard. Let alone the whole “making it” part. How can I navigate away from part-time and create a real contribution? How do I deal with aging too young, wishing to go back to a time when I was surrounded by friends and promise? How do I become better when everything seems set on making me worse? I’m not sure of the answers, but I will not let this city defeat me before I find out.
It's like I am at the cusp of knowing the path and look up to see the finish line obscured. I’m almost everything, it seems. I’m almost artistic, I'm almost literary, I’m almost happy. I just hope I’m almost there.
2 comments:
but you're starting the voyage of discovery early, which is the most important thing. Leaves you with lots of time! Good luck!
Thanks Pink Diva, I only wonder where it may lead...will I find myself by fifty?
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