To New York, With Love


Eight years ago, on January 7, 2009, I hopped on a one-way flight to New York City….

Actually, wait. Let me start the story somewhere else.

Nine years ago I jumped on the stage to dance with the band at a bar/live music venue in the West Village. Maybe I was drunk, maybe I was excited because the band was playing the anthem of my hometown hero, Justin Timberlake, but I made my way to the front of the room, climbed on the stage, and showed a room full of tourists and New Yorkers, just how I bring sexy back.

My friend, a pretty straight-laced Columbia student from Ohio, was horrified. I hadn’t prepared him for that. But, I felt liberated. It was as if I had found my space in the world, and when the song ended, I’d made up my mind: I would be damned if I let that feeling, and subsequently this city, go.

So, a year and a half later I bought a one-way ticket, a new giant suitcase, and set out for adventures unknown.

And here I am, 2,920 days later, still ready to jump on a stage at the sound of a good beat, but now knowing that moving to New York, and more importantly surviving in New York takes more than the willingness to shimmy in front of a crowd of strangers.

In the years that I have lived here, many people (all non New Yorkers) have asked me the blanket question, “How is it living in New York?” and at eight years in, I still have no idea how to answer them.

When they ask me this, I have the sneaking suspicion that a montage of every single movie they have ever seen that has been set in New York flashes through their mind. Inevitably a lot of blown up buildings, a giant gorilla, Christmas lights, and a little blond boy jumping on a bed at the Crowne Plaza.

Usually I giggle at the thought, but then the sobering reality that they want an actual answer hits me.

Damn. What to say?

I have to decide if I want to kill off Santa, or pose as a part of the elf posse.

In other words, do I tell the truth, or do I lie as to not shift their perception that living in New York HAS to be cool shit….or why else would anyone put up with those millions of people and those high-ass rents?  I think to myself…

Do I tell them that sometimes the radiator doesn’t work in my building, and I have dreams about central heat systems?

Do I say that a linen closet has become my standard for “good living”?

Do I mention all of the times that I have worried that I would fall flat on my face and chip a tooth as I’ve run after the M60 bus, or slid into the subway car just before the doors close?

Or maybe I lead with how it feels to have various limbs go numb because there are no seats on the train and you are forced to stand for your entire forty minute commute?

I could lead with that, or maybe I say…

How it feels to be on the rooftop of a building in the city, twirl, take in the 360 view, and feel like everything you have ever dreamed about or aspired to be is in the palm of your hand.

How it feels to share a laugh with a stranger you just know you will never see again, only to see that person the next week, city of 8.5 million, be damned.

How it feels to wander through the streets alone at night, basking in the glow of endless lights and wonder what it would feel like to own one of those places.

Sheep’s Meadow in Central Park on the first truly warm day of the year.

Losing control, and accepting that magic means you never had control in the first place.

Knowing that every type of random class, food, music, or person you could ever imagine is steps away from being a part of your consciousness.

Or most importantly, the feeling if you work hard enough, grind more than the next, and believe more than others, that your dreams can indeed come true…it’s just a matter of time.

The truth is that it is all of that.

It’s the snow and the sunshine, the stinky train and the delicious food, the hope of a dream, and the crush of reality. All rolled into one. It is hard to celebrate this city in only a positive light. To do so would be unfair to the essence that makes New York what is is: trepidation mixed with magic….dashed in with a drop of homeless man sweat for flavor.

But clearly, underneath it all, I must still like the taste, as eight years later, here I am, and here I go, right?


To my lovely New York City, happy eight years to us! I hate you. You suck….I’m kidding! You know I love you boo…with your crazy ass.


‘Tis all,



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What To Do When You Don’t Feel Like Writing A Damn Thing


There will be those days when you look at your blog, and with a quickness, you shut that tab DOWN. You walk away from your computer, look at it sideways, and find recluse in whatever distracting task you can possibly get your hands on as quick as possible.

Yes, you’ve set goals. Yes, you feel as if your readers are virtually giving you the side eye, because the only thing jumping on your site these days is crickets, but you don’t care about any of that because dagnabbit, you just don’t feel like writing a damn thing.

I feel you my sisters (and brothers). There have been many times when I didn’t feel like writing. Didn’t even want to THINK about writing, and I’d be lying if I said I forced myself to do it anyway.  In most cases I didn’t.

But in the good name of all that is delightful, and the shit parade that is about to become a barrage of “New Years Resolution” themed-posts, I wanted you to be prepared.

Introducing, my tips for what to do when you don’t feel like writing a damn thing.

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What Made You Jealous This Year? (A Different Way To Set Your New Year’s Goals)

It’s the last day of the year, and my Facebook timeline is filled with the typical “New Year’s Eve” esq posts about goal setting, gratitude, and well wishes.

I’m going to propose something radical for you to do while you are setting your goals for 2014…ask yourself: “What made me jealous this year?”

We’ve all felt jealous of someone or something at some point, but most of the chatter we see around jealously is about helping people figure out how to bury their jealous feelings, and feel appreciative for all that they have.

I’m a total believer in the practice of being in touch with all of the good in your life, but I also think we should shift our perspective on jealousy. Instead of looking at it as a feeling that should be ignored, or glossed over, why don’t we try getting under the hood of what makes us feel that way?

What would happen if you embraced the moments when you have those jealous feelings,  examine it, and figure out exactly what is is in particular that is bothering you so much?

Instead of running from jealousy, and trying to pretend that it never happens to us, revel in it.
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Battling Mental Burnout-The Flip Side Of My Entrepreneurial Story


It’s been months since I’ve written, and weeks of internal debate with myself to figure out how I wanted to write this post.

I always try to bring value and optimism to the table in some way. I’d tried to write this once before with the chipper, “Hey, I’ve been going through some things, but all is well now!” slant.

In the end, I scribbled this out on two sheets of white, legal paper.

It felt more real that way.

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The Life You Don’t Want…Until You Do

Let me get this out of the way first: I am NOT ready to get married yet.

I don’t know if I want kids.

Sometimes I think I’d prefer the ring over the husband.

I’m open to the idea that I might “change my mind about all of this in a bit,” but right now, I’m good!

Previously, when I have drifted away from my normal subject matter of life and freedom towards the rocky road of writing about relationship stuff, my posts have been directed at just the ladies.

But can I just say out loud that I don’t care if you are rocking a set of testes or a pair of ovaries, thinking about all of that “LIFE” stuff is kinda scary?

Guys, today, just for me, can you step up and say that despite your lack of biological clock, this LIFE shit gets scary to you too?

Okay, phew. Thanks. Continuing on…

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