Small

I don't know if it's me getting older or what...
but I'm realizing each day just how small this world actually is.
Perhaps it's that I'm beginning to gain some sense of routine here...
perhaps seeing some of the same familiar strange faces on 7th as I walk to NYC Opera each evening...the starbucks people now know what I want around Park and 3rd.
Today at a final interview the first words spoken to me by the president of a major business were..."so you went to BG?...I've been there..." Crazy, eh? Just reminds me of how small this place can be...here I am sitting on the 12th floor of this building in the middle of Park and 3rd in east midtown and I meet someone who knows BG. It may not sound like that big of a deal-but to me it's an interesting example of serendipity because as I was sitting waiting for this person I had the strange thought come into my head that someone in this company knew where I came from, and how fun that would be. The laws of attraction baby!
The city in some ways is becoming smaller to me-which is not a bad thing. Believe me it's still crazy and confusing at times but I'm learning. I'm learnning mostly to stay true to yourself...listen to what the inside of you is saying...be open...and always keep your dreams in front of you. It can feel very lonely here at times...but that can also be empowering.
Enough for now...