In the process of my life I enjoy every moment of self-discovery. The dues I’ve paid making bad choices eventually make me laugh. The dividends I collect from the success of taking chances still make me smile. It’s a win/win situation.
In the process of my life I enjoy every moment of self-discovery. The dues I’ve paid making bad choices eventually make me laugh. The dividends I collect from the success of taking chances still make me smile. It’s a win/win situation.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve found someone, or rather aspects of someone’s life that I’d like to take on as my own. More patience, a nicer wardrobe, better nail beds, a higher GPA, etc… Alternatively, people exist that remind me of what a good person I am (even at my most evil moments). Bigots, dog fighters, Charlie Sheen, traffic nose pickers, etc… For all the traits, features, possessions, talents, relationships and decisions that are mine, I accept them and I own them . If I tried to be you, I would inevitably get it wrong, because only you can do you.
New York City lends itself to many activities including: charity events, work, dinner parties, concerts, work, travel for work, birthday parties, fashion events, work, going away parties, “I left my crappy job for a new job” parties, movie premieres, a mental health day, meetings for work after work, laundry days, banquets and the list goes on and on. It’s no surprise that sometimes you find yourself in a, “shoot, can I have a raincheck” pattern with the people you most want to “just have a pint with.” Hence, this lovely photo. I found this in my inbox a couple of days ago from a close friend who I met early in my move to the city. The best way I can describe him is; well, I’m the female version of him. Either way, from time to time, I go rogue and don’t find time to just “show up.” I think this was a good way to get my attention.