It Started With New York City
It started with New York City. It started with what turned out to be yet another mid-life crisis, which makes enough to need another hand for counting.
It started with an honest promise to a friend. A promise I still intend to keep.
It started with the idea that this time things could be different. Again. Another promise, but one I've broken to myself a million times. It started with a vigor and momentum so exciting, that diverting my plans is breaking my core.
But tornadoes are dramatic.
Yet here I sit at another clichéd crossroads wondering if I'm ever in this life going to have clarity.
In my work.
Again I sit here writing muses instead of living. Again, I do nothing but sit.
It started with New York City.
New. York. City.