I made it back safely to The Plains late last night and crashed. It was an exhausting week, physically, emotionally, and mentally...But so very good. How can one kid learn as much in 6 days as some people learn in a lifetime? Sitting on the subway can give you a good two cents about life-Looking into the eyes of the men and women, worn down by stress and the roughness of life without hope-comparing them with those whose faces are lightened with joyful expressions- Again, I found that observation is the key to learning.
The point of this trip was to (a) visit friends and (b) to feel out the city on my own, in order to see if I still wanted to head in that direction. After the blisters, let downs, tofu, being a terrible metro navigator, and not having any one to depend on, I'm still there. I don't know how to explain the pull...It isn't a fascination with the idea any more. In fact, New York is not all that glamorous to me after this week; But the energy, the resources, the encouragement of people in the industry, the lights, the inspiration that fills the street...It all outweighs the negatives. I really do enjoy it. I can see how it would be incredibly lonely without friends and family, but I can also see how gratifying it would be to work along side so many other relentless dreamers.
I am thankful for my trip. I am thankful for the jobs that allowed me to pay for my trip. I am thankful for the bookstores and fabric stores (NOT IN ALABAMA) which allowed me to purchase several items to serve as my cannon...To shoot me out like a rocket into the galaxy of opportunity. I am thankful that I have been given a chance to see what else is out there and how other students have everything catered to them so that I know what I need to do to get ahead in this crazy race for recognition. Finally, I am thankful for parents who did not try to squeeze this strong willed-don't tell me I can't-attitude out of me as a 5 year old. Instead, they effectively channeled it into a path toward success; Thank you for not stifling the ongoing activity in my mind and plugging my creative outlets, for lack of a better phrase...Those two support every idea I have ever had...even the few good ones. ha!
Glory be to The Father.
The point of this trip was to (a) visit friends and (b) to feel out the city on my own, in order to see if I still wanted to head in that direction. After the blisters, let downs, tofu, being a terrible metro navigator, and not having any one to depend on, I'm still there. I don't know how to explain the pull...It isn't a fascination with the idea any more. In fact, New York is not all that glamorous to me after this week; But the energy, the resources, the encouragement of people in the industry, the lights, the inspiration that fills the street...It all outweighs the negatives. I really do enjoy it. I can see how it would be incredibly lonely without friends and family, but I can also see how gratifying it would be to work along side so many other relentless dreamers.
I am thankful for my trip. I am thankful for the jobs that allowed me to pay for my trip. I am thankful for the bookstores and fabric stores (NOT IN ALABAMA) which allowed me to purchase several items to serve as my cannon...To shoot me out like a rocket into the galaxy of opportunity. I am thankful that I have been given a chance to see what else is out there and how other students have everything catered to them so that I know what I need to do to get ahead in this crazy race for recognition. Finally, I am thankful for parents who did not try to squeeze this strong willed-don't tell me I can't-attitude out of me as a 5 year old. Instead, they effectively channeled it into a path toward success; Thank you for not stifling the ongoing activity in my mind and plugging my creative outlets, for lack of a better phrase...Those two support every idea I have ever had...even the few good ones. ha!
Glory be to The Father.
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