Flex, Flex, Pant, Pant

"I can do all things through him who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13

This city runs on black coffee, anxious energy, selfish ambition, and the pure imminent fear of face plants in the subway stairs caused from tripping over your own running feet so the guy behind you doesn't mow you down first.

Believe me. I should know...I took seven trains, 2 taxis, and one bus today all on deadlines in heels....

From Harlem to deliver a second hand microwave to a Polish Super, stop off on the Upper West to file a millionaire's blueprints, take a wrong turn through Hasidic Brooklyn past the den of pitbulls, then up a rusting loading dock, through a freight elevator for a 1920's dress fitting overlooking a congested BQE....where my wardrobe guy pulls my skirt up and explains how thrilled he was to find someone without breasts, I mean flat chested, virtually nothing on top girl to wear this gorgeous period costume..."but don't worry, you'll be the prettiest old lady at the ball."
No, New York is not for the faint hearted. Cowards do not move here. Fools with dreams maybe so. You must have faith in your abilities and confidence in your technique to swim sufficiently in a big pond. The slow and simple, craving creature comforts could not thrive.

You have to be willing to stand knee deep in shit and sift through the big talkers who tell you what they want you to believe at that moment before they are on to their next peak experience.

For Example: Sure, I'll be there or We should get together soon.

It is brutally fast and equally furious. It challenges your talent up against the more talented and ambitious making competition a way of life. It is a struggle everyday. You paddle, and paddle, and paddle until at that one moment, you catch the wave.

And this ride negates the insane racing and razor sharp rejection.

"New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire” Henry James

Is this the enigma that keeps us coming back for more?