last night it hit me how sweet life is. I was riding the 7 train home after the late shift at the hotel I work at. I've only lived in New York City for a little more than four years and I'm not claiming to be an expert but I think this city takes a while to start giving back.
My next birthday is my 30th and sometimes I wonder what exactly I'm doing here. I moved here to be an actor and a musician and a cliche. But not much has been thrown my way. I have been waking in the middle of the night wondering when New York will start to like me.
But I think it has started to. It took a few years I guess. Maybe New York has trust issues, so many people coming and going every single day. But it hit me last night that this is a city that is starting to support me, my dreams, and my mood swings. As I rode that 7 train and it spit us out from the tunnel just before approaching Court House Square, giving a view of the city that still makes me wanna sing, It dawned on me that New York has not given up on me yet. Not yet.
I often come back to that scene in one of my favorite movies: The Muppets Take Manhattan, in which my one of my favorite actors Kermit the Frog screams from the top of the Empire State building: "You hear me New York? I'm not giving up!"
Me neither Kermie.
don't ever let that change. Yeah, ever is a long time. Talent may be the the main dish you serve but the dish you serve it on is endurance. Hey, and if you see Bootsy Collins strollin' around in his top hat and sparkles, say 'Hi!'
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