As I was thumbing through this month's issue of Vanity Fair at the nail salon, I came across the following quote from an interview with model/actress Liberty Ross: "Something always has to completely die for there to be a rebirth." How true is that? Life really does function like a cycle. There comes a point where everything naturally tapers off to an end and there's no choice but to start anew.
Whether I liked it or not, my life in New York was seemingly dwindling for the past three years. Work-wise, I'd been pouring in hours upon hours of work that had nothing to do with my skills (writing) or passion (writing). Love-wise, my heart hadn't been truly moved, which, I realize, was partially due to the fact that I was always completely spent from work.
So, there you go: work and love, the two main buckets in the life of a New Yorker. If you don't have one or the other, what've you really got? Yeah, exactly. You kind of go through the motions as you try to figure things out.
Just when I started to believe that the outlook was going to be bleak, the Universe threw me a bone. With instincts that had been lying dormant within me, I caught it. That's what you have to do when these rare moments occur: Catch it and run with it. Or, in my case, jump on a plane to California.